#AustralianWriters
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…
Joseph Jones and Peter Dawking Strove in an election fight; And you’d think, to hear them talk… Each upheld the people’s right. Each declared he stood for Progre…
I got dreamin’ that a message come… From one ole pal of mine, gone We… A bloke the name of Ginger Mick,… (But 'e’s Digger Corporal Mick E… ‘E got ’is on Gallipoli, an’ slee…
He was obviously English, in his… And his accent was of Oxford, and… Seemed to hint at halls baronial.… But he praised the things of Engl… He’d discourse for hours together…
The pale young man he comes to me, An’ chats me good an’ fair; ‘The langwidge that you use,’ ses… ‘Pollutes the good, clean air. Why don’t yeh chuck sich silly rot…
Old Pete Paraday, his mind works… But, when it fastens on a thoughts… He measures it and mumbles it unti… Just as he mumbles bits and scraps… ‘I likes to think a bit,’ says he.…
Hi, it’s a funny world! This mor… I saw red robin on the fence, an’… Red robin, he’s a perky chap, an’… ‘Dear, it’s a pity that poor Jenn… To talk like that about his wife!…
Today I met a happy man Greeting the glad new year. About his face the sunbeams ran And danced, as straightaway he beg… To laugh with right good cheer.
‘Swe-e-et! Swe-e-et!’ Low at fi… Full of soft seductiveness on a wh… Who comes in mercy now, crumbs of… For a grey bird pleading from a co… Just a thread of tallow-fat, just…
Our baker, Mr Brackenby, toiler i… Was a lean, tall, glum man whose f… A brooding man ’twas said of him,… For a grunt of recognition and a r… Were all he granted any who came s…
In our street, the main street Running thro’ the town, You see a lot of busy folk Going up and down: Bag men and basket men,
The Glugs abide in a far, far lan… That is partly pebbles and stones… But mainly earth of a chocolate hu… When it isn’t purple or slightly b… And the Glugs live there with the…
Come mourn with me for the land of… Oh, weep with me for the luckless… Of the land of Gosh, where the sa… The patient shores, and the great… His sodden sorrow hugs;
Do you know this mysterious, serio… Who sits at the game with the card… Watching and waiting While we’re calculating The tricks and the honors? It’s…
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