I am last in the whole world wide, For my brothers all have gone, One by one have the martyrs died, That mankind might live on. High am I set in the market squar…

As I came to a playing-field on h… Two strudy youths I did espy; at… One had the ball, one had the bat,… As one tossed up the crimson spher… Now, as I reached the bowler’s en…

No longer wilful woman hides Behind a law that over-rides The dicta of her lawful lord and m… And, they who fain would lift a ha… To erring wives, now understand

Aw, chuck the mail bags over there… It’s great to have 'em brought by… But, now they’re here, just sling… Out anywhere, upon the ground. I’ll pick 'em up an’ make full spe…

‘Ere! ’Ave a ‘eart!’ ‘e sez. ’W… A 'uman bein’ ain’t a choppin’ blo… There ain’t no call fer you to go… A man about when ‘e ’as took the k… Gaw! Do yeh want to bust ‘im all…

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…

A golden maid whose golden voice Calls to the northern lands, Of riches she has had her choice. Twin treasures to make men rejoice Came easy to her hands:

With a sprig in my beak, I repeat… For a spot where a poor bird may r… While tumultuous man strives in va… That may build me a permanent nest… But I’m sick of this search. All…

The Chinese are an old, old race, In mystic lore exceeding wise. Accustomed thro’ the year to trace Their nation’s fortunes in the ski… No mere male deity can shake

(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…

Brothers, what are we to think When we muse upon strong drink? Is it bad or is it good? Is it poison or is it food? Albatrosses, so say some,

Dreaming to-day in a forest green Where the great gums rake the sky, My thoughts turn back to another s… And to old days, long gone by; To a land of youth, and a youth’s…

We have heard the cheering, brothe… We have heard the martial peal; We have seen the soldiers marching And the glint of sun and steel. We have heard the songs, the shout…

He prospered in an olden day When down the rutted waggon track, Thro’ scenes that seem a world awa… His bullocks lumbered forth and ba… A tall old man, deep voiced, erect

Old farmer Jack gazed on his whea… And feared the frost would nip it. Said he, "it’s nearly seven feet - I must begin to strip 'it. He stripped it with a stripper and