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Bountiful rain, we have yearned fo… When, thro’ the drought days, ill… Thankfulness vast in the past we d… When you have come at the end of o… Now you have come, is our subseque…
This ev’nin’ I was sittin’ wiv Do… Peaceful an’ 'appy wiv the day’s w… Watchin’, be’ind the orchard’s bon… The flamin’ wonder of the settin’… Another day gone by; another night
‘Swe-e-et! Swe-e-et!’ Low at fi… Full of soft seductiveness on a wh… Who comes in mercy now, crumbs of… For a grey bird pleading from a co… Just a thread of tallow-fat, just…
“An’—wilt—yeh—take—this—woman—fer—… Yer—weddid—wife?”...O, strike me!… TAKE ‘er? Doreen? ’E stan’s the… As if 'e thort per’aps I’d rather… TAKE ‘er? ’E seemed to think 'er…
Smith is a loyalist good and true, And a lad of the 'whole hog’ class… And yesterday, when he went to vie… The Royal procession pass, He’d flags in his buttonhole, flag…
Noo, ye ken, we’ll see 'em agen, Waggling doon the street, While the baton twirls an’ the pip… To the beat of the marching feet. Left– right– glimmerin’ bright,
‘There must be some way out,’ they… ‘There must be some way out! We’ve fallen on an evil day; That we no longer doubt. But surely there’s some magic rare
Luke Gale, the larrikin lad, dwel… A low street, a by-street, right a… King of the boys and hobbledehoys… Winning from all respectable folk… But, oh, to see him on Saturday n…
Joseph Jones and Peter Dawking Strove in an election fight; And you’d think, to hear them talk… Each upheld the people’s right. Each declared he stood for Progre…
Said old George Jones: 'All in a… ’Tis little time enough, and well… This youthful country proud among… Of progress wooed and won for prog… A splendid city shining by the sea
Lord, Who, from Thy high position… See’th the humble politician, Knoweth all his secret schemes, Readeth all his inmost dreams, Hearken, Lord, unto our pleading;
You are growing convalescent As pain’s fingers are withdrawn; And you waken in a strange, white… Yet your thought is aught but plea… In the cold, grey winter dawn,
Mr Jeremiah Jeffers Owned a pair of spotted heifers These he sold for two pounds ten To Mr Robert Raymond Wren Who reared them in the lucerne pad…
In our street, the main street Running thro’ the town, You see a lot of busy folk Going up and down: Bag men and basket men,
Galloping, galloping, galloping ho… Weave thro’ our dreaming in burgeo… There’s sun in our hearts and ther… And paeans of hope Winter’s thren… Over the hill-tops; for joy is a-w…