‘In good time, when I am ready, Wondrous schemes shall I unfold; But we must be cautious, steady, Cleaving to the safe and old. Patience, prudence must prevail;

Mr Trim, commercial traveller, is… ‘Our Mr Trim,’ you know, debonair… Landed here this morning on the te… Can’t you hear him laughing there,… A bland man, a breezy man, a man t…

Don’t yeh hear them callin, to yeh… Where the skyline’s smeared an’ gr… There’s a crowd o’ chaps that knew… Don’t yeh hear them callin’ to yeh Mates o’ yours with 'oom yeh used…

Brothers, have you observed the ca… Even the leaves of that symbolic p… That denotes peace, political and… By the faintest breath of controve… Is heard,

‘My oath!’ the Duchess sez. 'You’… Sich things as that. Yeh don’t me… Go hon!' she sez, or words to that… (It’s 'ard to imitate the speech t… I tells ‘er, ’Straight; I drives…

Charity, Charity - parson and pri… Ever in church and in chapel have… ‘Give ye in charity e’en to the le… So may the favor of Heaven be bou… Strive ye in Virtue, for Him that…

Well I remember him - Big Jack H… Big Jack, the lumper, tanned and… The clean, straight limbs of him, The strength in those limbs of him Strength that was the end of him,…

Healesville is a smiling lass, ‘Mid her encircling hills, Where down full many a mountain pa… The gold of wattle spills. She holds her hands out to the Sp…

Here’s to every Aussie fellow, Who refused to show the yellow When depression’s clammy hand Cast its shadow o’er the land. Here’s to them who never altered

Where the Yarra dreams along, Now in shadow, now in sun, Murmuring a drowsy song, Here she rests, the placid one. Here she rests and takes her ease,

There was once a man who made a we… Employing dynamite and kerosene. His subsequent destruction Was a matter of deduction, And a circumstance that might have…

The orchardist, with hope aglow, Sets out a crop of fruit to grow And sell it wisely where he can, Like any other business man; And he strives to make a contract…

‘The backbone of the country and t… That was how they styled us when t… But what’s his valuation now, when… Chorus: Two bob a dozen, an’ the garments…

Sing a song o’ Hempire Mother’s took a fit, Nasty Germans buildin’ ships, An’ never mentioned it. Buildin’ beastly warships,

A word out of season Of vapid unreason May seem mere political twaddle at… But this thing needs abatement If, with each wild statement