Now the Wobble went out on the ro… With a dry dog trotting along by i… Went over the sea - and I vow rig… That the Wobble went out with its… As ever the views of a Wobble cou…

It is truly as lucid as lucid can… It is plain as the nose on your fa… Though the tactics may be a disgra… The tactician is not a disgrace. He may wobble and swerve and crayf…

Don’t yeh hear them callin, to yeh… Where the skyline’s smeared an’ gr… There’s a crowd o’ chaps that knew… Don’t yeh hear them callin’ to yeh Mates o’ yours with 'oom yeh used…

Oh, loyal Orange breth-er-en. I pray you act as Christlan men, And, should your spleen arise, cou… Before you speak. Nay, bear me, brothers, I beseech…

Not upon the crowded beaches Where the sun beats fierce and hot… Not upon the river reaches In a shady silvan spot; But in some deep mountain valley,

He was a man of the union clan And a Labor secre-tary. He fell unwell and beneath the spe… Of a little nurse named Mary. Now, Mary was no little lamb,

Why, 'ow’s she goin’, Bill, ole s… I thort I knoo your dile! My oath! You look the proper sor… That khaki soots your style. I never 'eard you’d joined, yeh kn…

There’s joy in legislative halls When Frank’s in opposition; But gloom upon the Chamber falls When Frank holds high position. His merry japes no longer flit

Wot’s in a name?—she sez . . . An… An’ clasps ‘er little ’ands, an’ r… ’A rose,' she sez, 'be any other n… Would smell the same. Oh, w’erefore art you Romeo, youn…

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

Is it the dawn of a Golden Age And a swift release from pain? The politicians fight and rage Where doubt and chaos reign. But out on the fields, with one ac…

So, they’ve struck their streak o’… An’ there’s more than one ole pal… But Ginger still takes nourishmen… An’ so ‘e sends the strength uv it… ’On the day we 'it the transport t…

I’m a fussy little fellow In my kilt of glowing yellow; As about the garden ways I bow an… Many a melody I bring you, In the soft, gay songs I sing you

‘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.

Oh, how I hate these chills, thes… Bleak blasts and breezes; Abominate the ‘flu,’ the fierce ’… All inappropriate sneezes; How I detest th’ uneasy, wheezy c…