Where the sunlight, burning down, Lights her luscious orange groves, Lights the river and the town; Where the placid Murray roves; Where each shining summer gives

When you have gone and I have gon… Beyond the ken of earthly things, Yet watch the old race carry on As to precarious life it clings, Gazing together from afar,

The dignity of Camperdown Is not to be denied, Where Leura looks upon the town And that lush countryside And comfortable, stout and sleek,

Ladies and gentlemen: I take this… To introduce myself and mention th… essentially an agricultural commun… Altho’ in our metropolitan centres… Most of us, directly or indirectly…

Now, children, in this lesson of a… Let us dwell, however briefly, on… Taking cricket, for example, and t… Which, when observed, bring harmon… Of sportsmanship; but, understand,…

The Honourable TORYPHAT addre… (Prolonged applause.) Ah - Mistah… The tide of Socialism - rabid Soc… Which threatens to engulf us, hez–… Hez always been ouah object in the…

What do you think I saw to-day wh… Blue Wrens and Yellow-tails danci… Bobbing here, and bowing there, go… And how I wished that you were th… But you were snug abed, my boy, bl…

By the Mediterranean shore, In the days of the cohorts and leg… When oodles of rain used to pour O’er the old agricultural regions, When a deluge came thundering down…

Hard by the gate-way of the East She dips within her market square With provender for man and beast, And goods and chattels round her t… A cheery, buxom market dame,

The world 'as got me snouted jist… Crool Forchin’s dirty left 'as sm… An’ all them joys o’ life I ‘eld… Is up the pole. Fer, as the poit sez, me ’eart 'as…

‘Peter the ’Ermit was a ‘oly blok… The parson sez, ‘wot chivvied cove… ‘Too right,’ I chips. 'I’ve ‘ear… ‘Brave knights sprung straight to… ‘Sure thing,’ sez I. 'It muster b…

Singing morning has begun. Where the wooded ranges run To far summits, there the snow Lingers yet. But down below In the quiet, green-girt places,

Borrowin’ over the water; I’ve se… Raisin’ loans (said Old George J… Was a trick we learned of yore. Borrowin’ over the water In the old Australian way

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;

Do you know 'Erb? Now, there’s a… If football’s on your mind, why, '… To put you wise. It’s his whole… Keen? He’s as keen as mustard on… Football is in his blood. He thi…