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But when the war-worn, knowing all Of glory, horror and hate, Abandons all for the heart’s sure… And the need of a stricken mate. Better than all the man-made creed…
‘Well, what tidings today?’ said t… To the burgeoning rose. ‘You are young, yet already you se… Much of life, I suppose.’ Said the rose, 'Oh, this life is…
Once upon a recent even, as I lay… Weaving dreams and seeing visions… Suddenly I seemed to waken, somew… For I thought my name was mention… ’Twas the Adjective that roused m…
There is women, yer Worship, of v… An’ some of 'em’s fluffy a’ foolis… An’ some is sispicious an’ mean in… An’ others fair set-like an’ mulis… There is some, as I owns, is real…
Aye, call it murder is ye will! ’Tis not the crime I fear. If his cold curse would but lie st… And silent in its bier, Then would I be indeed content,
Ladies and gentlemen: I take this… To introduce myself and mention th… essentially an agricultural commun… Altho’ in our metropolitan centres… Most of us, directly or indirectly…
Eight days to beer! A sigh sweeps… Sweeps like a gale from 'Frisco t… ('Say! But it’s tough, this long… Oh boy! I’m rarin’ to get at tha… Six days to beer! Was ever waiti…
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
‘Sowin’ things an’ growin’ things,… That’s the game,' my father said,… ‘Settin’ things an’ gettin’ things… That’s the life,' my father said,… For my father was a farmer, as his…
If ole Pharaoh, King of Egyp’, '… ‘E’d’ ave give the A.I.F. a nars… When they done their little best t… An’ to shift ‘is ancient ’eap uv s… An’ I’m tippin’ they’d ‘ave pheny…
It knocks me can in, this ere game… A bloke gets born, grows up, looks… Dreams dilly dreams, then wakes to… An’ fambly round ‘im - all ’is you… An’, gazin’ back, sees in 'is yout…
Matriarchy’s coming fast, Matriarchy’s here! Man’s supremacy at last Finds the end is near. Since the days of troglodytes,
Let him who is minded to meet with… Pluck three hardy hairs from a rab… Blow one to the South, and one to… Then burn another and swallow the… And who shall explain ’tis the tal…
Up and down the roads they go Vale to hill, and hill to vale Leading on to Omeo Over many an olden trail Dainty lady of the hills,
O, the trees grow straight and the… And the trees grow all around; And the long limbs sprout the trun… Where the Davlo owl is found. And the Davlo bird is most absurd