Is youth not less pedantic, less a… Less prone to value things of litt… In failing to wax wrath about a wo… That bears suspicion of a lowly bi… All words have known their low and…

But when the war-worn, knowing all Of glory, horror and hate, Abandons all for the heart’s sure… And the need of a stricken mate. Better than all the man-made creed…

Once on this historic site Wild men of a dusky shade, In defiance of all right, Broke the laws that good men made. Time goes on - It will not pause

Brothers; even those of you who ar… Sometimes, I doubt not, let your… When mother tucked you into your l… After your little prayers were sai… And, having said goodnight,

Aye, call it murder is ye will! ’Tis not the crime I fear. If his cold curse would but lie st… And silent in its bier, Then would I be indeed content,

In the everlasting summer, when th… and the asphalt of the footpath cu… When you’re creased and crabbed an… And the persperation’s drippin’ in… There’s a penetratin’ odor gets ab…

The Lion and the Unicorn Of England’s Coat-of-Arms Seldom make bold, so we are told, To ravage English farms. In fact, ’tis said by travellers

‘When I’m sittin’ in me dug-out,… An’ a yowlin’, 'owlin’ chorus come… Just a bit o’ 'Bonnie Mary’ Or 'Long Way to Tipperary’ Then I know I’m in Australia too…

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…

‘Taint my idea uv argument to call… An’ I ain’t lookin’ round for bri… But when ’e gets disputin’ 'e’s in… It ain’t so much ‘is choice uv wor… ‘E’s sich a coot for takin’ sides,…

Lang syne I penned a mickle rhyme That muckle grief brocht to my sou… For critics said ’twas aye a crime Nae Scottish patriot could thole Whit way I ca’ed their honored ba…

I knew a poor remittance man, A decent chap, but funny, In days when my ideas began To be controlled by money He wore a swank, patrician air;

With the advent of the Autumn Trees behave as Nature taught 'em… Maple, Sumach, Plum and Poplar,… Ere they shed the Summer fashion, Break into a perfect passion

If the cricket critics’ nagging Merits stern official gagging Which I doubt How would critical ascetics, With their prosy homiletics,

That’s him!! The authentic, iden… The Unionist tiger, full brother… I know by the prowl of him. Hark to the growl of him, While all the people ejaculate 'G…