You can’t expect it! Goodness me! T’would be a dreadful policy! What sort of Ministerial dunce Would try to do two things at once… How can they deal with city needs,

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:

‘Tis precious stuff,’ said old Ge… ‘When men sore needs a fall; Tho’ how or why it comes, I owns I ain’t got clear at all. Some sez that in the sun, a spot

Now, you wouldn’t imagine, to look… That I was a racehorse once. I have done my mile in - let me se… No matter. I was no dunce. But you’d not believe me if I tol…

At any other time of year It might have passed, but Spring… He says somethin’ - I dunno Somethin’ nasty. I says, ‘Ho!’ ‘Ho, yourself!’ he says, an’ glare…

Let 'em come, by gum! That’s all… Let me see one of 'em up this way, With their sacks a-back an’ their… Low neck, short-panted hikin’ coot… Flingin’ their fags in the bramble…

‘Er pore dear Par.’ she sez, 'e k… An’ then she weeps an’ stares ‘ard… ’Twas thro’ ‘is death,’ she sez, ‘… To this,’ she sez . . . An’ then… ‘Er par,’ she sez, ‘me poor late ’…

Tho’ it sounds a trifle mystic, Somewhat vague and cabbalistic, When you come to analyse the inner… Of political alliance You will find it is a science

This is the listening week of the… Listening-in. A-cock and alert is the national e… Listening-in. All over the land in the country t…

But, why a picnic, Jane? We went… And missed the Cup; and you know… Because we lost - Oh! yes, you di… I had the tip, but I was not beli… It’s just sheer nonsense to deny i…

Long faces, hangin’ lips an’ eyes… Meegrims an’ mulligrubs, mournfuln… Faith in the future gone to glory… I’ve seen it all a score o’ times… I seen it all a year ago, if you w…

Now, when a bloke 'e cracks a blok… An’ wrecks a joint to square a lad… They used to call it chivalry, but… An’ the end of it is cops an’ quod… Fer insults to fair Gwendoline th…

‘Haw! Good fellow I’m not doubti… Your intentions are all right, And your general appearance Is intelligent and bright; But the question you’re discussing

Do you know Fred? Now there’s a… These days when politics are in th… An’ argument is bargin’ to an’ fro Without a feller gittin’ anywhere. Fred never argues; he’s too shrewd…

Read ye here the song as sung By a chief named, briefly, Ung. In the days when arguments were ma… ‘O my people, this my Law Is without defect or flaw,