The bushmen call me ‘Cranky Fan,’ Because my strange erratic flight Seems to uncomprehending man Sign of a wit not over-bright; But nimble wit and nimble wing

‘If I’d 'a’ played me Jack on tha… Sez Peter Begg, ‘I might ’a’ mad… ‘Ow could yeh?’ barks ole Poole.… I ’ad me Queen be’ind?' Sez Begg… I slung away me King to take that…

When I look into the looking glas… I’m always sure to see - No matter how I dodge about - Me, looking out at me. I often wonder as I look,

But, why a picnic, Jane? We went… And missed the Cup; and you know… Because we lost - Oh! yes, you di… I had the tip, but I was not beli… It’s just sheer nonsense to deny i…

‘I got no time fer wasters, lad,’… ’Give me a man wiv grit,' sez Unc… ‘E bores ’is cute ole eyes right i… While I stares 'ard an’ gives it… Then orl at once ’e grips me ‘and…

It’s up an’ down, as me father sai… An’ his as went before him Good days could never turn his hea… Nor the worst of seasons floor him… (Said old george Jones). I’ve he…

Here in my garden at the long day’… I sing again her Majesty the Rose… The Rose who can with magic most… Bring worshippers again about her… Forsaking other loves, who, thro’…

Oh, this is the week when no rhyms… On the joy of the bush or the ills… Nor pour out his soul in delectabl… Of women and wine and the lure the… Nor pen philosophic if foolish dis…

Now is the season of Carnival. Who’s for the sunlit course? Who’s for the beat of galloping fe… And the day and the way of the hor… Who joins the dance, tho’ Lady Ch…

It wasn’t kid stakes. I 'ad no c… To act deceivin’, or to treat 'er… I’m old enough to know them games… Not with Doreen. Besides, deceit ain’t in me bag uv…

Lo, I listened to the bleating of… Squatters’ sheep And I sat me down and pondered lo… And a cloud of gloom came o’er me At the empty leagues before me

But a scant 2000 folk, no more, Sitting solemn-faced within the pe… While the parsons preach and outwa… In divers tones, their own peculia… Folk of sobriety,

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…

We mean to say, it never has been… That anyone but England could dec… In the crease or at the wicket, Just exactly what was cricket And, of course, I mean to say, we…

Now, who in the world can understa… Since Tyranny, Freedom’s whittler… And the strong-arm band of the Ir… Go hitting it up with Hitler, Who can pretend to comprehend