I ain’t no verse-'og. When I bus… An’ fills the air wiv choonful mel… I likes fer uvver coves to come al… An’ biff the lyre in company wiv m… So, when I sees some peb beguile…

‘A woman’s work is never done,’ Said she. ‘From dawn to setting of the sun,’ Said she. ‘I toil and moil and work and slav…

She sung a song; an’ I sat silent… Wiv bofe 'ands grippin’ ‘ard on me… Me ’eart, that yesterdee I thort… Wiv ‘umpin sich a ’eavy load o’ ca… Come swelling in me throat like I…

An’-wilt-yeh-take-this-woman-fer-t… Yer-wedded-wife? -... O, strike m… Take ‘er? Doreen? ’E stan’s the… As if 'e thort per’aps I’d rather… Take ‘er? ’E seemed to think 'er…

‘Which reminds me,’ said O’Brien ‘And ’tis not a word of lyin’ Of a summertime way back in eighty… Whin a felly name of Brady An’ his sister (quite a lady)

Old Pete Parraday, he toddles up… ‘Dangin’ things and 'darn in’ thin… For yesterday was pension day, Pe… Butcher’s meat and groceries and a… A bit of plug 'tobaker’ and a tin…

Mr Fitzmickle, the martinet, Still with an iron hand Rules house and home. Like a pee… He barks each curt command. And he packs the family off to bed

‘Before the war,’ she sighs. ‘Be… Then blinks 'er eyes, an’ tries to… ‘Ole scenes,’ she sez, 'don’t look… Ole ways,' she sez, ‘seems to ’ave… The pleasures that we had don’t se…

By gar! I tell-a you, t’ings don’… Since da war he come wit’ a rush, When Nicko, da boss at da fry-fis… He sack-a Black Sam, da slush. I tella you how Nick t’row Sam ou…

The veil was rent, and mundane Ti… And I beheld the End of Things.… Pronounced on all the World that… Rank upon rank before the Throne… And every man since Time began by…

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!…

See, I’m writin’ to Mick as a blo… To a cobber o’ mine at the front An’ I’m gittin’ full up uv the mu… At the cove that is bearin’ the br… Fer 'e mus’n’t do this an’ 'e shou…

We’d harbored them on hovels, and… Altho’ in price they counted less… Had they not still the right, that… To strive and in a place in life’s… Had they not still the gift of Go…

I nigh drops dead (the bo’sun said… When the gist of things I grip In the land by these 'ere Souther… As I seen on my long last trip. They seems a joke, them curious fo…

I sing of the hat, of the human li… The cadev, the tile, or whatever y… The thing that we wear - or our fa… For the making of comfort and grea… Man suffers a roof up over his hea…