At the meeting of the waters Where the dark tree shadows play Wangaratta’s sons and daughters Dream the drowsy hours away; Placid see the season’s greeting

Oh, he was old and he was spare; His bushy whiskers and his hair Were all fussed up and very grey He said he’d come a long, long way And had a long, long way to go.

They say the eagle is a bird That sees some splendid sights When he soars high into the sky Upon his dizzy flights: He sees the ground for miles aroun…

She sung a song; an’ I sat silent… Wiv bofe 'ands grippin’ ‘ard on me… Me ’eart, that yesterdee I thort… Wiv ‘umpin sich a ’eavy load o’ ca… Come swelling in me throat like I…

‘If I’d 'a’ played me Jack on tha… Sez Peter Begg, ‘I might ’a’ mad… ‘Ow could yeh?’ barks ole Poole.… I ’ad me Queen be’ind?' Sez Begg… I slung away me King to take that…

An’-wilt-yeh-take-this-woman-fer-t… Yer-wedded-wife? -... O, strike m… Take ‘er? Doreen? ’E stan’s the… As if 'e thort per’aps I’d rather… Take ‘er? ’E seemed to think 'er…

When I rode with young Sid Kidma… In that year the Long Drought end… As we took the old Tarcowie track… His keen eye scanned the country,… Mal Murray and Jim Spicer, of Ja…

I ‘ad been bushed in city streets, Where the bricks and mortar grow. I ’ad worked me way through the no… ‘Oo’s landmarks I don’t know. There was faces, faces, driftin’ p…

Why, 'ow’s she goin’, Bill, ole s… I thort I knoo your dile! My oath! You look the proper sor… That khaki soots your style. I never 'eard you’d joined, yeh kn…

Since Stanley felt the icy blast Jack leads the Opposition. A mild, scholastic man to cast For such a tough position. Fit for some rude iconoclast

Mr Bodge, the banker, was a power… His city bank had granted him an a… For our town was most remote from… And only Mr Bodge could know who… So Mr Bodge within his bank reign…

Winter has come; and tardily Now little nipping winds are rife Where laggard leaves, on many a tr… Still cling tenaciously to life. Spent Autumn with a myriad hues

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…

Now Joi, the rebel, he had a son In far, far Gosh where the tall t… Said Joi: ‘In Gosh there shall y… To scorn this life of a self-made… To spurn the law of the Knight, S…

He came into the bird-shop where… A hulking giant, monumental, grim, A paragon of muscular manhood. ‘What is sold here,’ I thought, ‘… His heavy brow, his grat, prognath…