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Once upon a time, in days remote, A politician bought a vote. The price he paid is not quite cle… But probably a pot of beer Secured his end. But he got in;

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

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Do you know 'Erb? Now, there’s a… If football’s on your mind, why, '… To put you wise. It’s his whole… Keen? He’s as keen as mustard on… Football is in his blood. He thi…

Heigh, ho! But they’re talking,… As the cold, hard streets we’re wa… Seeking work at any wage, While the talkers rant and rage. Says the judge: 'Let’s look up se…

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…

Now this is the ballad of Jeremy… And likewise of Bobadil Brown, Of the Snooks and the Snaggers an… And Diggle and Daggle and Down. In fact, ’tis a song of a fatuous…

The quiet country doctors Of many a country town, Whose lives are spent to service b… With scant hope of renown Those sturdy country doctors,

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The ole train puffs in once a day On the ole Gunn’s Gully line; In a lazy, leisurely kind o’ way She comes in, wet or fine. Nobody wants her, nobody needs her…

‘I wash me ’ands uv ‘im,’ I tells… ’You women can do wot yeh dash wel… I leave this ‘arf a man to ’is own… I’ve done me bit, an’ now I’m gon… Do wot yeh please; but don’t arsk…

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For them we have builded a temple To stand as a visible sign. For them we have builded a temple, And set in its great heart a shrin… Ere the dull years shall tarnish t…

As I rode in to Burrumbeet, I met a man with funny feet; And, when I paused to ask him why His feet were strange, he rolled h… And said the rain would spoil the…