By White Horse Tavern, White Ho… In olden days wound down; And many a waggon bore its load And many a bullock felt the goad From town to country town.

I wed him because he looked nice (… And I feared to be left on the sh… For I wouldn’t take mother’s advi… So I’ve no one to blame but mysel… My friends always said that he had…

Brothers o’ mine, brothers o’ mine… All the world over, from pole to p… All of them brothers of mine and t… Every wondering, blundering soul. Banded together by grace divine,

Oh, for that kindly copper I knew long years ago, A stalwart man and proper, Crime’s unrelenting foe. He was for me a shield, a friend

Boss Oberseer, Dat BULLUMTIN… Bloke tell me writum BULLUMTI… ’You Billy, makum writin’-yabber,… ‘Him quick bin pay fer writin’ - p… S’pose mine write it pretty good,…

A civic lady, peerly proud Of excellences that here crowd About her trim, well-ordered stree… The visitor she warmly greets E’er with a bland and kindly smile…

Side by side near the road they st… Like grave old men grown wise with… Veterans twain in this forest land… Marching together, hand to hand, Sober as ancient seers.

Dark lady of the laggard dawn, Hiding within her gully deep; Long have night’s curtains been wi… Before her earliest sun-shaft’s pe… And, long before the sun sinks dow…

Because a little vagrant wind veer… Or else, because a sun-spot stirre… Because some idle god in play brea… The heads of twice two million fol… Patter, patter… Boolconmatta,

I’d like to be a pieman, and ring… Calling out, ‘Hot pies! Hot pies… Apple-pies and Meat-pies, Cherry-… Lots and lots and lots of pies - m… Big, rich Pork-pies! Oh, the love…

Read ye here the song as sung By a chief named, briefly, Ung. In the days when arguments were ma… ‘O my people, this my Law Is without defect or flaw,

Now, a man in Oodnadatta He grew fat, and he grew fatter, Though he hardly had a thing to ea… While a man in Booboorowie Often sat and wondered how he

Now Percival Gregory Grandison-L… He came of a fine old stock. His sire was an eminent K.C.B, But Percival never appeared to be A chip off that shrewd old block.

Lord, Thou hast given unto us a l… In Thy beneficence Thou has ordai… That we should hold a country grea… Such as no race of old has ever ga… A favoured people, basking in Thy…

Is youth not less pedantic, less a… Less prone to value things of litt… In failing to wax wrath about a wo… That bears suspicion of a lowly bi… All words have known their low and…