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I’m the friendliest of them all, When winter comes; Daily at your door I call Begging crumbs. Clinging sideways to a stake,
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…
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
On the road to Jericho Mark the stricken one, Moaning in his agony, Prone beneath the sun. Prone beneath the blazing sun,
O ye women! WIMMIN! WEEMIN… See our tears repentant streamin’! See the pearly drops a-gleamin’, Streamin’ from our rheumy eye! Mark our weskits palpitatin’.
I am last in the whole world wide, For my brothers all have gone, One by one have the martyrs died, That mankind might live on. High am I set in the market squar…
See, I’m writin’ to Mick as a blo… To a cobber o’ mine at the front An’ I’m gittin’ full up uv the mu… At the cove that is bearin’ the br… Fer 'e mus’n’t do this an’ 'e shou…
Here, in soft darkness where the w… Dreamless, my quiet garden slumber… Night’s soothing fingers all adrip… Crept in and out, weaving a mystic… O’er wilting bud and bell;
There was once a Simple People -… This is just a little fable of a n… There was once a Simple People, a… And his name - well, SMITH the… And they lived upon an island by a…
I’ve crawled; I’ve eaten dirt; I’… I’ve dodged the cops an’ led a dou… I’ve readied up wild tales to tell… W’ich afterwards I’ve 'ad to take… Red raw. Aw, I been goin’ it to b…
Johnny Nock, the auctioneer, gold… Spread about him great good cheer… Familiar sight on district roads -… As men, perched high on harvest la… For not a man had ill to speak of…
Kilmore cares not who comes nigh. But, with a calm, incurious eye, She sees the swift cars speeding b… Then turns again to labor. She is content to plod along.
I’m only just a common racing dog, Simple in habit, and my diet’s pla… I have never had a longing for the… That some men seem to need, more v… And I have heard it said of such…
The dignity of Camperdown Is not to be denied, Where Leura looks upon the town And that lush countryside And comfortable, stout and sleek,
‘Country blokes is kind,’ he said, And sat upon his swag (I had no pipe tobacco, So he said he’d ‘risk a fag.’) ‘A country bloke’s my sort o’ blok…