Winter has come; and tardily Now little nipping winds are rife Where laggard leaves, on many a tr… Still cling tenaciously to life. Spent Autumn with a myriad hues

Heigh, ho! But they’re talking,… As the cold, hard streets we’re wa… Seeking work at any wage, While the talkers rant and rage. Says the judge: 'Let’s look up se…

‘E wears perjarmer soots an’ clean… That’s wot I reads. It fairly kn… ‘Me soljer cobber, be the name o’… Well, if that ain’t the limit, str… The sort that Ginger Mick would t…

Hi, Cockalorum! But - Misery me… What is the aftermath going to be? With joy at its zenith and sorrow… I am the skeleton come to the feas… Now the centenary swells over all,

These English actors are too mild… Who seek to have their wrongs redr… No manager may be beguiled By supplication or request. Some sterner action is required,

When dandelions star the fields Another alien singer, I, Nursed upon England’s flowery wea… Seeking no tithe of treasured yiel… dropp sudden from a summer sky

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…

So we forget? The streets bloom… With festive garments, many hued; And man and maid laugh down the wa… With all the joy of life imbued. Respite from toil, surcease from c…

He prospered in an olden day When down the rutted waggon track, Thro’ scenes that seem a world awa… His bullocks lumbered forth and ba… A tall old man, deep voiced, erect

As first I remember him: A red ma… Great Toll, the blacksmith, fille… At its first crisp, clamorous stro… Every morning I awoke To the ringing of his anvil as the…

Let him who is minded to meet with… Pluck three hardy hairs from a rab… Blow one to the South, and one to… Then burn another and swallow the… And who shall explain ’tis the tal…

Now Sym was a Glug; and ’tis ment… That the tale reads perfectly plai… In his veins ran blood of that stu… Of docile folk, who inhabit the pl… Called Gosh, sad Gosh, where the…

Sou’ sou’ east, with the course se… Heave ho, me hearties! On the Geelong road we’re cruisin… Seven tars with ne’er a care Heave ho, me hearties!

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,

‘I wash me ’ands uv ‘im,’ I tells… ’You women can do wot yeh dash wel… I leave this ‘arf a man to ’is own… I’ve done me bit, an’ now I’m gon… Do wot yeh please; but don’t arsk…