Mr Fitzmickle, the martinet, Stern lord of his house and kin, Is a small, bald man, and a cricke… Since the night he listened in On his young son’s set one winter…

I ain’t no verse-'og. When I bus… An’ fills the air wiv choonful mel… I likes fer uvver coves to come al… An’ biff the lyre in company wiv m… So, when I sees some peb beguile…

The orchardist, with hope aglow, Sets out a crop of fruit to grow And sell it wisely where he can, Like any other business man; And he strives to make a contract…

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’…

Here my fancy finished; so, Dreaming, I could clearly see How he galloped. This was no Spectacle of misery. There I gazed, upon my pet

Gimme the town an’ its clamour an’… I ain’t very fond of the bush; For my cobbers are coves of the ga… A tough metropolitan push. I ain’t never too keen on the coun…

Stuffed with tradition and trammel… Cramped in their studies, they sne… At the strange, new passions young… Thro’ a sunlit land, and a tale un… Of youth’s ambition - new-minted g…

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

Son of our King: When yoemen sail… From Britain to expand her sway, The coward from High venture quai… The weakling sank beside the way. None save the strong in that far d…

Ye are the Great White People, m… Spreading your stern dominion over… Here, where my fathers hunted sinc… To our land’s sweet, fecund places… Mouthing your creed of Culture to…

I’d like to be a pieman, and ring… Calling out, ‘Hot pies! Hot pies… Apple-pies and Meat-pies, Cherry-… Lots and lots and lots of pies - m… Big, rich Pork-pies! Oh, the love…

There’s a looper caterpillar in my… There are weevils weaving strands… There are throngs of thieving thri… On my seedlings and my slips, And the hoppers hop around my holl…

‘One-and-two-and-three-and-four You’re playing it by ear, boy! E… Miss Trapp, the music teacher, ve… English and respectable, the town’… Sitting in her ‘front room,’ elder…

Sweet, think how much the better i… If you thro’ life should thus pres… It really doesn’t matter much to m… But don’t you think you owe the wo… And don’t you think that thro’ som…

In olden days the Old White Hors… Stood brave against the sky; And ne’er a teamster shaped his co… To pass the good inn by. Far shone its lights o’ winter nig…