#Australians #XIXCentury #XXCentury
An 'Ode to the Moon’ did he indit… With his two-and-half soul-power. ('Twas the child of a starlit summ… Begot by a gloomy hour.) And he vowed it was a work immense…
Why, certainly. Let’s listen to… Oh, I’m quite keen. Test match,… At... What’s that? Oh, Australi… South Africa - a most intriguing… Yes, I was there in– nineteen– le…
Should it occasion much surprise That criminals should deal in blam… As all of us, and recognise The full depth of another’s shame. The burglar blames the bigamist
‘A woman’s work is never done,’ Said she. ‘From dawn to setting of the sun,’ Said she. ‘I toil and moil and work and slav…
Da ruction happen by Nicko’s plac… Las’ week, in da deada da night. Da copper he very near cop da case Accounta da fish-shop fight In da great beeg international way
The dawnin’ of prosperity Recalls (said old George Jones) When I was young, a song we sung, In none too sober tones, When easy, breezy days were here,
Old farmer Jack gazed on his whea… And feared the frost would nip it. Said he, "it’s nearly seven feet - I must begin to strip 'it. He stripped it with a stripper and
Oh, I’ve got a lovely story that… It will make a gorgeous picture,… (Mind, it isn’t for the money, for… nd my attitude to Art is very pure… It is full of real heart-int’rest,…
She danced thro’ life as light as… The grace of Columbine, charm of… These, and that blithesome quality… With memory of her linger by us ye… A fairy, slipping thro’ a world ma…
Where the road’s white bracelet ru… Round the cliff ‘twixt bush and se… Gleaming ’neath the summer’s suns There she rests delightfully There she rests, a jewel set
His Honor walked into the shop For of shopping his Honor was fon… Did she blush? Did her eyes indi… In that slim little, trim little b… Did his bachelor heart miss a beat…
Mr Fitzmickle, the martinet, Still with an iron hand Rules house and home. Like a pee… He barks each curt command. And he packs the family off to bed
Now, I always have preserved a ce… Quite definite in reference to Wo… ('Tis futility concealing That I have the Weary Feeling And tendency perennial to shirk)
‘Young friend!’ . . . I tries to… ‘E sees me first, an’ ‘as me by th… ‘Young friend!’ 'e sez; an’ starts… At meetin’ me. ‘Why, this,’ ‘e s… Events is workin’ better than I p…
Wot price ole Ginger Mick? 'E’s… Gone to the flamin’ war to stoush… Wus it fer glory, or a woman’s sak… Ar, arst me somethin’ easy! I dun… ‘Is Kharki clobber set ’im off a…
