THE FAMINE Cackle and lay, cackle and lay! How many eggs did you get to-day? None in the manger, and none in th… None in the box where the chickens…

Do you know Fred? Now there’s a… These days when politics are in th… An’ argument is bargin’ to an’ fro Without a feller gittin’ anywhere. Fred never argues; he’s too shrewd…

Ben Bowyang spluttered with rage… As two by two and three by three t… Climbing the fence to his 'tater’… Flannelled or fashioned in strides… Giggling gambolling into his yard…

What’s the use? Give it best; Cut her loose; Have a rest. Hope is dead;

‘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…

Hoping you will not deem it rude, I’d like to call an interlude In our remarkable array Of leading statesmen of the day, And introduce to you forthwith

Follow the river and cross the for… Follow again to the wobbly bridge, Turn to the left at the notice boa… Climbing the cow-track over the ri… Tip-toe soft by the little red hou…

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…

Lord, Thou hast given unto us a l… In Thy beneficence Thou has ordai… That we should hold a country grea… Such as no race of old has ever ga… A favoured people, basking in Thy…

When grandma wished to keep her fr… Her apples she would take And put them on a bed of straw At rest, but wide awake; But newer days have newer modes,

There on the quay sobbed Bones, A… And he took me by the hand. Says he to me, 'I’ve quit the sea An’ I’m huntin’ a berth on land. ‘Er doom ‘as come; an’ the days o’…

It was the schooner Desperate That sailed the southern sea, And the skipper had brought his li… To our centenary. Blue were her eyes and plucked her…

Betty Yack, of Mittyack, charming… But Betty Yack of Mittyack, had… And she married her one Otto who… To submit to the upbraiding of his… Betty Yack of Mittyack, joined, w…

When I rode with young Sid Kidma… In that year the Long Drought end… As we took the old Tarcowie track… His keen eye scanned the country,… Mal Murray and Jim Spicer, of Ja…

Dolefully and drearily Come I with the spring; Wearily and cerily My threnody I sing. Hear my drear, discordant note