‘It’s the dummy wot done it,' said… ‘As a child I was out o’ luck. A kid in me pram, that’s wot I am When they gimme the thing to suck. An’ I took to it good, for I like…

Some saw in him a Scottish wreck;… A few proclaimed his genius, but a… That Doctor Andy Deveraux had le… ‘A mighty clever cove,’ they said,… For down at Paddy Clancy’s bar yo…

‘Yer honor, please!’ the prisoner… ‘It isn’t wot you think. To look on wine when it is red Or alco’olic drink Is not among me little ways.

Fierce on the wheat-sown Mallee p… The ruthless summer suns burned do… And dust-storms, heralding the rai… Swept thro’ the street and on agai… While tradesfolk cursed in the old…

As first I remember him: A red ma… Great Toll, the blacksmith, fille… At its first crisp, clamorous stro… Every morning I awoke To the ringing of his anvil as the…

Mr Fitzmickle, the martinet, Rules with an iron rod His house and home; ‘neath its red… He struts like a little tin god. When Popper says stay, the family…

Where is this glum Victorian This man of mien forlorn Fit but for some historian To heap with heavy scorn? I’ve sought him up an down the str…

As I went down a forest place At the closing of the year To find me peace, and gather grace In this green gladness here. I saw a scene I knew of old,

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…

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…

He was lyin’ on his bunk, In the hut behind the mill, Ravin’ like a man wild drunk, Never silent, never still, ‘Best go in an’ say Good bye,’

I’m sittin’ 'ere, Mick - sittin’… Feelin’ ‘arf glum, ’arf sorter - r… Thinkin’ strange, crooked thorts o… ’The 'eads is bowed thro’ all a co… An’ wond’rin - wond’rin 'in a kind…

Briggs Joseph Briggs, of Yorkshire, Eng… Where the large importers’ profits… Digs Deep into his mine of wisdom, and,…

‘Alas!’ said the devil, said he to… And his swart face drooped with ca… ‘Life is a liar, a cheat,’ said he 'And the end of it all - despair. Why mourn you here, poor pawn of t…

Ole Mother Moon ‘oo yanks ’er bea… Acrost the sky when we’ve grown si… She’s like some fat ole Jane 'oo… On all concerned, an’ smooth our f… An’, like a woman, tries to 'ide a…