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It’s up an’ down, as me father sai… An’ his as went before him Good days could never turn his hea… Nor the worst of seasons floor him… (Said old george Jones). I’ve he…

Brothers! You .... with but a sixpence in yo… you with a solid bank balance, and… Let not the cares of money e’er op… Today I would address you

High on the hills, where the tall… There lives an axeman that 1 know. From his little hut by a ferny cre… Day after day, week after week, He goes each morn with his shining…

Anzac! And war’s grim storm . . . The scream of a pass’ng shell Torn earth, and - a quiet form . .… ‘Pass, comrades. All is well.’ Nay, but his spirit lives; be very…

‘The backbone of the country and t… That was how they styled us when t… But what’s his valuation now, when… Chorus: Two bob a dozen, an’ the garments…

When the Laborites and Liberals a… Are a-calling and a-bawling in the… And the strangers in the gallery a… As the members rear on end and lou… There’s a voice they miss amid the…

Not for vague honors, not for trea… He lived and toiled thro’ this, hi… But to uphold and cultivate the do… God-given, for enlightment of man, Here was no tale of talents mis-ap…

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,…

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…

The thing’s all wrong (I sez to '… Now look, there’s this '€˜ere Mon… Comes before Christmas. Be a tof… An’ lest us '€˜ave the Monday off… ‘€˜E '€˜ums an’ '€˜ars. An’ then…

World war had come - and gone. I… Spent, broken, by the last despair… Unfitted to attack or yet defend, The nations’ panting remnants skul… A listless, brutish rest, where no…

‘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…

‘Rover, rover, cattle-drover, wher… I go to Cuppacumalomga, fifty mil… Over plains where Summer rains ha… Over hills where laughing rills go… I go to Cuppacumalonga, to my bro…

When I’m out among the fellows, w… Then there’s heaps of joy in livin… Awful kind an’ awful jolly, with n… An’ I tell myself the bloke that… When I’m out among the fellows; b…