Sometimes I risk a faltering step To meet these –steins, both Ein–… But hesitate and halt at last, Finding the works of each too vast For such a finite brain as mine.

‘E wears perjarmer soots an’ clean… That’s wot I reads. It fairly kn… ‘Me soljer cobber, be the name o’… Well, if that ain’t the limit, str… The sort that Ginger Mick would t…

To gild refined gold, or to paint… Or seek by other means to overstre… As Shakespeare has it, is not mer… But ‘wasteful and ridiculous exces… Yes, men still try it, for no othe…

Brothers; even those of you who ar… Sometimes, I doubt not, let your… When mother tucked you into your l… After your little prayers were sai… And, having said goodnight,

Righto! I’ll give the game a go. They say I should be circumspect;… I’ll bang The cows in slang . .

What (said the poet) should we car… For all this mad world’s phantasie… For rumours rife upon the air Of terrors looming overseas? If so, the soul were plagued alway

I’ve lived a rather careless life, And many a fault have I; But I’d have you not stress the s… What time I come to die. I’d rather have you talk about

‘He’s blind,' we say. Then turn… Upon our way, again to view Familiar things - some prospect wi… Some olden scene for ever new. Heedless we pass along, and soon

‘Unless you ’ide that axe,' she se… An’ after all - Now, Bill, don’t… Wiv ’im thro’ croop an’ whoopin’ c… Why don’t you ‘ang it on the wall,… But there it wus, jist thrown abou…

VOICE OF THE PEOPLE (waili… ‘Who can deliver us, Lord of our… Out of the depths comes our passio… Wrung from the soul of us. Aid f… Tell us, we pray, that our succor…

We roam about the countryside And view the farmlands rolling wid… A picture surely this of peace, of… We mark within these sylvan scenes The whirr and clatter of machines

When I go back from Billy’s place… The mazy road, the crazy road that… Ma always says, “Why don’t you co… The footbridge track will bring yo… I cannot go that way, you know, be…

To this green place the tourists t… By twos, by threes, and group by g… Lads in bright blazers, girls in s… Hikers with rucksack on their back… And bush ways, till their advent s…

‘A woman’s work is never done,’ Said she. ‘From dawn to setting of the sun,’ Said she. ‘I toil and moil and work and slav…

A noble lesson this should teach, Dear children unto you. If other people’s goods you reach, Of rectitude ‘twill be a breach, Or parsons will your virtues preac…