O! Hernia! My hernia. ’Twas here we parted dear A parting that for four long weeks Held me in sickness here. But three short hours I knew you,…

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…

The throstle now in English lanes Bids Summer strew her dear deligh… But we, intent on cricket gains, Watch well our valiant willow knig… With eager eyes on cabled news,

‘Could you give me a bite to eat?’… As he tarried by my back door. And I thought of the dull, lean d… As I glanced at the clothes he wo… Patched in places, and worn and ol…

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…

Child of a myriad varied voices ca… O’er countless leagues of space in… Tho’ captious critics view your wa… And fain would quiet your all too… Raw youth must have its fling; and…

Here she hides, an aged dame. Here she dreams beside the waves. Ever baulked of modern fame And the deep-sea trade she craves. Tall ships, riding at her port,

No longer wilful woman hides Behind a law that over-rides The dicta of her lawful lord and m… And, they who fain would lift a ha… To erring wives, now understand

‘Ere! ’Ave a ‘eart!’ ‘e sez. ’W… A 'uman bein’ ain’t a choppin’ blo… There ain’t no call fer you to go… A man about when ‘e ’as took the k… Gaw! Do yeh want to bust ‘im all…

The miser sits beside his hoard, The lover tarries by his bride, And he who neither may afford Is free to roam the whole world wi… Ye prate of cares, of plans amiss;

I love you, dear, o’ morn and moon… I love your ev’ry mood and guise; But, neath the soft, enchanting mo… Such loveliness the gods must priz… ’Tis then I long to dare and figh…

I’ve crawled; I’ve eaten dirt; I’… I’ve dodged the cops an’ led a dou… I’ve readied up wild tales to tell… W’ich afterwards I’ve 'ad to take… Red raw. Aw, I been goin’ it to b…

Sisters! I’ve thought o’er this until my br… Are you, indeed, such valiant resi… Of all the charm, the grace, the n… Of that strange creature who’s con…

As first I remember him: A red ma… Great Toll, the blacksmith, fille… At its first crisp, clamorous stro… Every morning I awoke To the ringing of his anvil as the…

To-day I took old rhymes that I h… And read them through, each one un… When with a swift nostalgia was I… As with sad memories of some old f… Some happy, wayward man I used to…