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I seldom get to hatin’ men, nor ha… To me, it just a foolish game to p… But it kills the hard thought in y… To see the man you hated once a ma… We’d had a meetin’ at the mill; th…

Noo, ye ken, we’ll see 'em agen, Waggling doon the street, While the baton twirls an’ the pip… To the beat of the marching feet. Left– right– glimmerin’ bright,

Sweet, think how much the better i… If you thro’ life should thus pres… It really doesn’t matter much to m… But don’t you think you owe the wo… And don’t you think that thro’ som…

Far in the forest depths I dwell, The master mimic of them all, To pour from out my secret dell Echo of many a bushland call, That over all the forest spills;

When we went singing down the road… In days when want was not a goad, Dull care behind us flinging, No step we stayed, no joy we misse… To hearken to the pessimist,

I venerate economists As very learned blokes, But when in paradox they speak Their meaning oft I vainly seek, Suspecting subtle jokes.

Smith is a loyalist good and true, And a lad of the 'whole hog’ class… And yesterday, when he went to vie… The Royal procession pass, He’d flags in his buttonhole, flag…

Hi, it’s a funny world! This mor… I saw red robin on the fence, an’… Red robin, he’s a perky chap, an’… ‘Dear, it’s a pity that poor Jenn… To talk like that about his wife!…

Hawkins wasn’t in the swim at all… And to bait him was our chiefest f… But, in justice, be it said that h… (That’s why I’m standing here and… He was trav’ling for a company, in…

Heigh, ho! But they’re talking,… As the cold, hard streets we’re wa… Seeking work at any wage, While the talkers rant and rage. Says the judge: 'Let’s look up se…

There was never a hint, when I wa… That the joy of the wilds might br… Never a thought that a wild thing… Might wake in the slayer pain for… We were savages all, with the hunt…

Oh, we might have a marvellous cit… Were we only less keen on cash Less avid for things - more’s the… That fade and are gone in a flash, A city where duffers in my line