Fellers of Australier, Blokes an’ coves an’ coots, Shift yer— carcases, Move yer— boots. Gird yer— loins up,

Oh, this is the week when no rhyms… On the joy of the bush or the ills… Nor pour out his soul in delectabl… Of women and wine and the lure the… Nor pen philosophic if foolish dis…

There’s a looper caterpillar in my… There are weevils weaving strands… There are throngs of thieving thri… On my seedlings and my slips, And the hoppers hop around my holl…

The conq’rin’ 'ero! Me? Yes, I… This mornin’ when I catch the tra… It’s far more like a walloped pup… To kennel, with resolves no more t… Crusades is orf. I’m fer the sim…

I got the oil: too right. A cove… Yes; ole Bill Shane. You’ve ‘ea… Big racin’ 'ead. There’s no need… The things he don’t know about a '… Good ole Bill Shane. They say h…

I seldom get to hatin’ men, nor ha… To me, it just a foolish game to p… But it kills the hard thought in y… To see the man you hated once a ma… We’d had a meetin’ at the mill; th…

Now Mr. Jeremiah Bane He owned a warehouse in The Lane, An edifice of goodly size, Where, with keen private enterpris… He sold imported napery

They say a touch of spring is in t… They say the wattle trees with blo… They say each garden now begins to… (Not that I care) A festal garb that waxes day by da…

‘Give us gardens!’ said the artist… ‘Blatant brick and soulless stone, Never built a noble city. Man lives not by bread alone, Beauty brings, for our enrichment,

We know those little country pubs, By cross-road and by creek, Where faithfully the landlord scru… His counter once a week, And stands before his shining bar

Nay, why do foolish politicians st… To win a fleeting popularity? In vain, in vain, they jealously c… To turn the doting Public Eye fro… What was this land, this nation, d…

He comes as a man who has lived 'm… With the gloss and the polish off; And truth flows free from his read… For he looked on life with a keen… And he found small cause to scoff.

‘Swe-e-et! Swe-e-et!’ Low at fi… Full of soft seductiveness on a wh… Who comes in mercy now, crumbs of… For a grey bird pleading from a co… Just a thread of tallow-fat, just…

1. ANTE-ELECTIONS Now, a cove the name of Blabb, a… He’s a haughty sort o’ high pan-ja… An’ he holds a very dignified posi… As the member for the districk whe…

By gar! I tell-a you, t’ings don’… Since da war he come wit’ a rush, When Nicko, da boss at da fry-fis… He sack-a Black Sam, da slush. I tella you how Nick t’row Sam ou…