Brothers! You .... with but a sixpence in yo… you with a solid bank balance, and… Let not the cares of money e’er op… Today I would address you

Gentlemen! a politician, One who values his position, Stands, with easy confidence, Here before you on the fence. For he knows full well, good frien…

Child of a myriad varied voices ca… O’er countless leagues of space in… Tho’ captious critics view your wa… And fain would quiet your all too… Raw youth must have its fling; and…

I can not recall his heyday; for… When his curly hair had thinned a… That he kept the local fruit shop… For our Captain Curly Taplin was… The details of his uniform grow va…

Well (said the small, meek man) we… In this sad world, for these are s… And men pin hopes to methods new a… And see lost happiness thro’ alter… And I, who many a bitter cup have…

Far in the forest depths I dwell, The master mimic of them all, To pour from out my secret dell Echo of many a bushland call, That over all the forest spills;

These be the fruits, O man who wo… The proudest Caesar of Rome’s pro… When legion after legion marched t… That one man might be clothed in b… Torn bodies, bloody fields and the…

Aw, go write yer tinklin’ jingle,… Fer the mamby-pamby girl, all fluf… Them’s the sort ter fetch yer trou… Blow yer beauty! Wot’s the matter… Them there rhymers uv the wattle!…

Oh, loyal Orange breth-er-en. I pray you act as Christlan men, And, should your spleen arise, cou… Before you speak. Nay, bear me, brothers, I beseech…

Now Percival Gregory Grandison-L… He came of a fine old stock. His sire was an eminent K.C.B, But Percival never appeared to be A chip off that shrewd old block.

Out of great wisdom, long stored u… I would write me a rune of the Me… Out of experience, grave and gay, I would raise me a rhyme to the ga… With words of wisdom then let us b…

Brother, who on some near morrow Makes a pledge conceived in sorrow Makes a New Year resolution Seeking plenary ablution. Makes a vow to cease from sinning

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

My dear, I’m awful shorry ‘Bout gettin’ home sho late. I orra been in hoursh ago; But you know how I hate To biss a crit of micket

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!