The sun burns hotly thro’ the gums As down the road old Rogan comes The hatter from the lonely hut Beside the track to Woollybutt. He likes to spend his Christmas w…

With a sprig in my beak, I repeat… For a spot where a poor bird may r… While tumultuous man strives in va… That may build me a permanent nest… But I’m sick of this search. All…

Gyved and chained in his father’s… He toiled 'neath a conqueror’s rul… Bowed to the earth in the land of… The Slave who was Son of a Fool. Poor remnant he of a conquered rac…

Oh, my brothers do not wrangle. When the sweets of office dangle At a most inviting angle Be polite. In the legislative struggle,

There’s a little spark and a wisp… By the road where the tall gums ar… And a mile away a care-free bloke Speeds onward in his car. No thought of evil mars his day,

Now, when a bloke 'e cracks a blok… An’ wrecks a joint to square a lad… They used to call it chivalry, but… An’ the end of it is cops an’ quod… Fer insults to fair Gwendoline th…

These English actors are too mild… Who seek to have their wrongs redr… No manager may be beguiled By supplication or request. Some sterner action is required,

When Ned was a neophyte nobody he… No man could prophesy, none could… How, when the day came that the po… Quite a new Ned would emerge from… For he blithered and blathered and…

‘Give me a dad who knows his place And never gives me cheek, And a mother mild who treats her c… In a docile way, and meek. Give me a house where a little lad

There’s a moral in this: tho’ I o… Of moral and maxim in season and o… Grows stale; yet these days of dep… Demand any means to put worry to r… So in that menagerie now populated

Six o’clock. From the railway ya… The engine toots; careering hard, A milk-cart rattles by and stops; A magpie calls from the gum-tree t… The pub 'boots’, sweeping out the…

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…

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…

You can’t expect it! Goodness me! T’would be a dreadful policy! What sort of Ministerial dunce Would try to do two things at once… How can they deal with city needs,

‘This Cen-TEEN-ary,’ sez ‘e Sez I, ’You’ll pardon me.’ (Perlite, like that, first off, an… ‘You’ll pardon me, I’m sure,’ I sez: 'but, speakin’ pure,