The sun burns hotly thro’ the gums As down the road old Rogan comes The hatter from the lonely hut Beside the track to Woollybutt. He likes to spend his Christmas w…

By White Horse Tavern, White Ho… In olden days wound down; And many a waggon bore its load And many a bullock felt the goad From town to country town.

I walked out with an alderman, all… He was an august alderman, and muc… Of roads and drains and bridges ..… His veins stood out in ridges, his… Then anger aldermanic came as the…

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

Five nights agone I lay at rest On my suburban couch. My trousers on the bedpost hung, Red gold within their pouch. The twin-gods Law and Order seeme…

Discerning Mr. Murphy sees The dangers of the foolish plan Of giving frailty its fees, And taxing weak, misguided man. Reluctantly, and red with shame,

We roam about the countryside And view the farmlands rolling wid… A picture surely this of peace, of… We mark within these sylvan scenes The whirr and clatter of machines

‘I’ve seen so much uv dirt an’ gri… I’m mad to 'ave things clean. I’ve seen so much uv death,' ‘e sa… ’So many cobbers lyin’ dead— You won’t know wot I mean;

Whene’er I read some savage tale Of punishment devised By tyrants in an olden day, When serfs were victimised, I reverently tell myself:

Grey thrush was in the wattle tree… He says in his allurin’ way; an’… That does me nicely for a start; b… But then the Jacks take up the so… The thrush was in the wattle tree,…

Look 'ere. I’ll bet a 'arf-a-cro… To anythink you like to name (said… If country fellers went to town, An’ burnt a few big buildin’s down… An’ quids an’ quids went up in fla…

‘Oo is that girl,’ sez Digger Smi… That never seems to bother with No blokes: the bint with curly 'ai… I’ve often seen 'er over there Talkin’ to Missus Flood, an’ she

‘E sez to me, ’Wot’s orl this fla… The papers torks uv nothin’ else b… An’wot’s ole England got snake-'e… An’ wot’s the strength uv callin’… ‘E sez to me, ’Struth! Don’t she…

Boss Oberseer, Dat BULLUMTIN… Bloke tell me writum BULLUMTI… ’You Billy, makum writin’-yabber,… ‘Him quick bin pay fer writin’ - p… S’pose mine write it pretty good,…

We didn’t like the bo’sun’s mate (Yo, 'eave ho! an’ a bottle o’ le… Becos ‘is dile filled us wiv ’ate (Yo, 'eave ho! An’ a bottle o’ n… Miss).