#AustralianWriters
Mrs Felix Donnett was a lady of r… For ten years her husband was mayo… For ten years she queened it as ou… And ‘everything she did, my dear,’… But the mayoral pomp sat lightly o…
A month ago the world grew grey fe… A month ago the light went out fer… To ‘er they broke it gentle as mig… But fer ’is pal ‘twus one uv them… That stops the ’eart-beat; fer to…
‘Now, be the Hokey Fly!’ sez Pet… ‘Suppose ’e comes ‘ome with a wood… Suppose ’e isn’t fit to darnce at… Then, ain’t we 'asty fixin’ up thi… A little tournament at Bridge is…
The thing’s all wrong (I sez to '… Now look, there’s this 'ere Mon… Comes before Christmas. Be a tof… An’ lest us 'ave the Monday off… ‘E 'ums an’ 'ars. An’ then…
Gin you’re gangin’ doon the city Come next Sabbath afternoon, An’ you’ll catch a glimpse o’ Tar… An’ you’ll hear a skirlin’ tune; An’ you’ll see a crowd o’ laddies
‘When I’m sittin’ in me dug-out w… An’ a yowlin’, 'owlin’ chorus come… Jist a bit o’ 'Bonnie Mary’ or '… Then I know I’m in Australia, to… They’ve bin up agin it solid since…
He was obviously English, in his… And his accent was of Oxford, and… Seemed to hint at halls baronial.… But he praised the things of Engl… He’d discourse for hours together…
Not guilty, yer Honor . . . An’ g… I’d like for to plead this 'ere… Plus one flamin’ goat with a terri… Great grin on 'is map wot 'ud… ‘E lobs in me shop an’ - “Is th…
Are we so flabby, and are we so so… I have pondered the question long… And happy-go-lucky we may appear When the fat and easy days are her… When it’s easy come and it’s easy…
The Chinese are an old, old race, In mystic lore exceeding wise. Accustomed thro’ the year to trace Their nation’s fortunes in the ski… No mere male deity can shake
‘I wish’t yeh menat it, Bill.' O… Went out to 'er that evnin’ on the… I knew she weren’t no ordinary tar… My little peach! To ‘ear ’er voice! Its gentle so…
Though our eye in recent seasons Has a wild and glassy glare, And we fail to offer reasons For the straws that deck our hair; There are certain consolations
Do you know Fred? Now there’s a… These days when politics are in th… An’ argument is bargin’ to an’ fro Without a feller gittin’ anywhere. Fred never argues; he’s too shrewd…
‘Ere! ’Ave a ‘eart!’ ‘e sez. ’W… A 'uman bein’ ain’t a choppin’ blo… There ain’t no call fer you to go… A man about when ‘e ’as took the k… Gaw! Do yeh want to bust ‘im all…
Once an anthropoidal ape, Hairy, savage, strange of shape, On a day that was excessively B.C… In a forest damp and dim, With his tail round a limb,