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,

Of things that roam about the bush… For I knows their ways an’ habits… For man or beast or gully ghost I… But I draws the line at visions w… When a man has fought an’ conquere…

Do you know Gus? Now, he should… The girls adore him - or he thinks… He owns a motor bike, not of the s… That merely cough a little bit, or… His is a fiery, detonating steed

They had a new gnu at the Zoo And nobody knew. Tho’ the keeper, they say, had a c… And that’s probably true, Since he knew a new gnu was due,

Come, let us sing with a right goo… (Sing hey for lifting lay, sing he… Of any old, sunny old, silly old t… (Sing ho for the ballad of a backb… The sun shone brightly overhead,

Gold days give way to sudden rain, But what, I ask, of that? For I am my own man again, And gloom comes sprawling flat. Let grouchers grieve and nurse the…

What do they dream about standing… In the windows facing the street? Eyes transfixed in a strange, far… Smiles so ineffably sweet; Lady and gentleman dummies clad

In a rather tiny building at the b… With a green door and a window sma… With its shock of beads and button… Miss Mix, the village dressmaker,… The front shop, with its counter,…

When Leonardo was a lad there was… Who snubbed him most outrageously… He wasn’t in the fashion, so he wa… Before his death he was too new, a… Because his art was new to them th…

Long faces, hangin’ lips an’ eyes… Meegrims an’ mulligrubs, mournfuln… Faith in the future gone to glory… I’ve seen it all a score o’ times… I seen it all a year ago, if you w…

Not that I’d quarrel with the way They celebrates their hundredth ye… In town (said old Pete Parraday), But that don’t suit us bush blokes… So let bells ring and whistles bla…

Well (said the small, meek man) we… In this sad world, for these are s… And men pin hopes to methods new a… And see lost happiness thro’ alter… And I, who many a bitter cup have…

The bad boy of Europe, He stands in dire disgrace, Crying too loud his innocence While guilt grins from his face. The gangster and the racketeer

Golden bird whose golden voice, When the summer days wax long Cheery optimist from choice Bids the feathered world rejoice With full many a varied song

Aha! Beware! I know your guilty p… I was a witness of that secret cri… One word! and all your fondest hop… I bide me time. I hold you in me grip, unhappy man…