I nigh drops dead (the bo’sun said… When the gist of things I grip In the land by these 'ere Souther… As I seen on my long last trip. They seems a joke, them curious fo…

‘E’s a tough ole salt, With a 'ide well tanned, An’ it ain’t 'is fault If the craft is manned With a motley sort er crew.

Here she bides, a buxom lady, Blest by peace and great content; Dwelling by her byways shady, Where the elm trees boughs are ben… Shutting out the world’s wild clam…

Do you know Gus? Now, he should… The girls adore him - or he thinks… He owns a motor bike, not of the s… That merely cough a little bit, or… His is a fiery, detonating steed

‘I’ve seen so much uv dirt an’ gri… I’m mad to 'ave things clean. I’ve seen so much uv death,' ‘e sa… ’So many cobbers lyin’ dead— You won’t know wot I mean;

A lady plump and pleasing And generous and free, Her life is spent in sleek content Beside her inland sea; And, round its pleasant waters,

Once have we bashed him on the hea… Twice have we stabbed him deep; Thrice have we left him there for… And yet he will not sleep; But rise up from out his grave

You are as young, O lady mine, As ere you were in olden days, Your lips are red, your blue eyes… And still you have your girlish wa… I hate to think what years have fl…

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

Can this be the old town of wheat-… Of Ted Toll’s smithy, with the an… Of stacks in the station yard, and… Of bow-legged bound’ry riders comi… This strange, new, brisk town of s…

‘Eroes? Orright. You ’ave it ‘ow… Throw up yer little ’at an’ come t… But not too much ‘Three-’Earty-C… There’s other things that 'e’ll be… The boys won’t 'ave them kid-stake…

Now, since man became a martyr To this economic stress, He has sought relief, in barter, From financial wretchedness; So, dispensing with the banker,

When dandelions star the fields Another alien singer, I, Nursed upon England’s flowery wea… Seeking no tithe of treasured yiel… dropp sudden from a summer sky

Home’s best (she said), and the ta… Of the hungering soil and the flai… Of the sun and the shuddering thre… Of the heat, and more heat yet; Of more than a woman can stand,

Another milestone gained and passe… Another 'rakkud’ broken, And this year’s deaths exceed the… Which is a hopeful token. America can ne’er look back;. . .…