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Now this is the ballad of Jeremy… And likewise of Bobadil Brown, Of the Snooks and the Snaggers an… And Diggle and Daggle and Down. In fact, ’tis a song of a fatuous…
Sun Day is a simple child, Face new washed and shining; In the morning prim and mild Church and mid-day dining. If, before the shadows fall,
A spieler came to Yarra Glen upon… He wore a suit of noisy cheeks and… He was a wicked man, they say, Such as they grow down Melbourne… A spieler gay,
‘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…
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
Gyved and chained in his father’s… He toiled 'neath a conqueror’s rul… Bowed to the earth in the land of… The Slave who was Son of a Fool. Poor remnant he of a conquered rac…
There’s a good time coming in the… And I wish, oh, how I wish that i… There’s a wise day dawning, by the… To usher in the glad millenium. When heaven-sent technocracy displ…
His Honor walked into the shop For of shopping his Honor was fon… Did she blush? Did her eyes indi… In that slim little, trim little b… Did his bachelor heart miss a beat…
Aw, I’m sick o’ the whole darn hu… An’ I’m sick o’ this mundane ball… I’m sick o’ the sight o’ me brothe… An’ his works an’ talk an’ all; I’m sick o’ the silly sounds I he…
Briggs Joseph Briggs, of Yorkshire, Eng… Where the large importers’ profits… Digs Deep into his mine of wisdom, and,…
Would you be much impressed, my de… Now you’ve adopted shorts, If males like me came dressed, my… In skirts, to divers sports? With gussets, flares and pleats an…
Side by side near the road they st… Like grave old men grown wise with… Veterans twain in this forest land… Marching together, hand to hand, Sober as ancient seers.
Thus it happened .... Let me ment… This occurred in times long vanish… ’Tis a quaint, unlikely story; som… But that’s a little matter you may… Mr. Foodle led a party that was s…
A lonely soul . . . According to… She has lived on, mid all our worl… Thro’ that procession of mad days… That most men lay to waste, and ca… And men have smiled a little, too,…
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