There’s a good time coming in the… And I wish, oh, how I wish that i… There’s a wise day dawning, by the… To usher in the glad millenium. When heaven-sent technocracy displ…

Though our eye in recent seasons Has a wild and glassy glare, And we fail to offer reasons For the straws that deck our hair; There are certain consolations

‘Give us gardens!’ said the artist… ‘Blatant brick and soulless stone, Never built a noble city. Man lives not by bread alone, Beauty brings, for our enrichment,

(I’m not trying to make this thing… But, at the same time, A little interlude like this Is not amiss). We interviewed a Mayor and asked…

Still I’ve the picture of him - F… In a shining dog-cart driving down… Spanking ponies dashing by, Running tandem, stepping high; Silver-plated harness where the su…

Oh, I dance upon the lawn in the… And I gloat upon the corpses of a… Where the frost about my feet spre… There I chuckle and I chortle as… ‘Lime and sulphur, Paris green, a…

Well I remember him - Big Jack H… Big Jack, the lumper, tanned and… The clean, straight limbs of him, The strength in those limbs of him Strength that was the end of him,…

Some saw in him a Scottish wreck;… A few proclaimed his genius, but a… That Doctor Andy Deveraux had le… ‘A mighty clever cove,’ they said,… For down at Paddy Clancy’s bar yo…

The ole train puffs in once a day On the ole Gunn’s Gully line; In a lazy, leisurely kind o’ way She comes in, wet or fine. Nobody wants her, nobody needs her…

Look at 'em! Toffs with their bi… Drivin’ along in their motor cars. Nothin’ at all like the olden days When the blokes came by in their b… When a cut o’ the joint and a hunk…

The diggers came from Bendigo, From Albury the drovers, From where the Goulburn waters fl… Came bearded teamsters travelling… And all the brown bush rovers;

Bill Barcoo was a station ‘and -… And grafted all the year like Pha… But all ‘is pay, I grieve ter say… This station 'and Was drinky in his views;

Now comes to an end all our doloro… Clouds pass away and depression is… Because we were wise in our planni… The lesser of ills that the greate… Hope springs again in the heart of…

We didn’t like the bo’sun’s mate (Yo, 'eave ho! an’ a bottle o’ le… Becos ‘is dile filled us wiv ’ate (Yo, 'eave ho! An’ a bottle o’ n… Miss).

As first I remember him: A red ma… Great Toll, the blacksmith, fille… At its first crisp, clamorous stro… Every morning I awoke To the ringing of his anvil as the…