On the road to Jericho Mark the stricken one, Moaning in his agony, Prone beneath the sun. Prone beneath the blazing sun,

Bright young thing: Thou on the b… Life is gay and pleasure laden All in vain the law beseeches Courtesy from man and maiden When a car, adorned with beauty

‘Er name’s Doreen’€¦Well spare me… You could er knocked me down wiv '… Yes, me, that kids meself I know… An’ 'as a name for smoogin’ in our… I just lines up an’ tips the saucy…

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…

You are growing convalescent As pain’s fingers are withdrawn; And you waken in a strange, white… Yet your thought is aught but plea… In the cold, grey winter dawn,

‘The flamin’ cows!' ‘e ses; ’e did… ’Twas ‘orrible the langwidge that… It made me blood run cold to ‘ear… An’ me that taken-back-like an’ co… W’ile them poor beasts 'e belted a…

Here she bides, a buxom lady, Blest by peace and great content; Dwelling by her byways shady, Where the elm trees boughs are ben… Shutting out the world’s wild clam…

Hawkins wasn’t in the swim at all… And to bait him was our chiefest f… But, in justice, be it said that h… (That’s why I’m standing here and… He was trav’ling for a company, in…

Young man about to marry, Don’t hesitate, I pray; No need for you to tarry If you can only stay. So let it be your prayer

There’s a breeze about the mountai… A song to mock the little men who… Or play at toil or pleasure where… But put my good axe in my hand and… And it’s: Hey, boy!

Once have we bashed him on the hea… Twice have we stabbed him deep; Thrice have we left him there for… And yet he will not sleep; But rise up from out his grave

Blokes ~ ‘Erb 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…

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…

Sometimes I risk a faltering step To meet these –steins, both Ein–… But hesitate and halt at last, Finding the works of each too vast For such a finite brain as mine.

Greyer and older, still they stand Wearier, quieter, still they pray; Men who had offered their all to a… And their thoughts run back to an… When Youth sailed gallantly, gail…