Since Stanley felt the icy blast Jack leads the Opposition. A mild, scholastic man to cast For such a tough position. Fit for some rude iconoclast

It’s human nature for a bashful bl… To bottle up, an’ hesitate, an’ do… Till grinnin’ Fate plays him some… Then, in excitement, he goes blurt… The tale his sane mind never would…

Down among the strawberries, Up among the plums, Cheeping in the cherry-tree When early autumn comes, In our silver spectacles

I’d like to be a teacher, and have… Calling out, ‘Attention, please!’… I’d be quite strict with boys and… And all the books and maps and thn… I’d make then learn the dates of k…

Wavin’ corn upon the hillside, Twinklin’ daisies on the rise, Mystic bushes across the ranges, Wattle in its spring-time guise, Stately gums that mark the twinin’…

Out across the spinifex, out acros… Out across the saltbush to Never… That’s the way the drovers go, jog… That’s the way the drovers go. Bu… Back across the saltbush from Nev…

A man was Peter Myloh, strong-bro… Australian Aboriginal, son of a d… And even I, an urchin then, read… Deep grief, that came with knowled… For he was ‘educated.’ But he ca…

Born to the sun and smiling skies, And bird-songs to the morning flun… To joyousness that never dies In hearts that stay for ever young ’Twas here, beneath the shining tr…

I ‘ad been bushed in city streets, Where the bricks and mortar grow. I ’ad worked me way through the no… ‘Oo’s landmarks I don’t know. There was faces, faces, driftin’ p…

The miser sits beside his hoard, The lover tarries by his bride, And he who neither may afford Is free to roam the whole world wi… Ye prate of cares, of plans amiss;

Yes!!! So we will Throw care away, If for no other reason than that '… Delight our brother. We’ll gaily 'mooch’ along in tram…

A new chum went, to ease his care, A-many years ago, To loiter round Toolangi where The stately blue gums grow. No bushcraft had he for his quest,

Well (said the small, meek man) we… In this sad world, for these are s… And men pin hopes to methods new a… And see lost happiness thro’ alter… And I, who many a bitter cup have…

I got so down to it last night, With longin’ for what could not be… That nothin’ in the world seemed r… Or everything was wrong with me. My house was just a lonely hole,

I venerate economists As very learned blokes, But when in paradox they speak Their meaning oft I vainly seek, Suspecting subtle jokes.