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Beneath a lamp in Spring-street,… I came unwittingly upon a most pat… A sorry spectacle of woe - a limp,… Who leaned against a post and sobb… ‘I’ve lorst me trust in 'uman men;…
He came into the bird-shop where… A hulking giant, monumental, grim, A paragon of muscular manhood. ‘What is sold here,’ I thought, ‘… His heavy brow, his grat, prognath…
The ways of the learned to me are… And professors and such amaze me. I know, without trying, the thing… Tho’ I doubt if for that they’ll… They want to discover why whales a…
‘My sort,’ she sez, 'don’t meet no… I can’t ‘elp ’earin’ part uv wot w… While I am sortin’ taters in the… They’ve ‘ad these secret confabs e… Rose came. ’Er an’ Doreen’s been…
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
Have you heard the magniloquent, e… The yogi of Yarra, whose silvery… In days of his promise won many vo… When loud in the land was the prai… And he magnetised all with his vig…
There on the quay sobbed Bones, A… And he took me by the hand. Says he to me, 'I’ve quit the sea An’ I’m huntin’ a berth on land. ‘Er doom ‘as come; an’ the days o’…
The world 'as got me snouted jist… Crool Forchin’s dirty left 'as sm… An’ all them joys o’ life I ‘eld… Is up the pole. Fer, as the poit sez, me ’eart 'as…
Now is the day when arrant fools Play outworn tricks on sober men! But, for the thoughtful soul that… His mind to conning o’er again Past folly, that he may see clear
‘Before the war,’ she sighs. ‘Be… Then blinks 'er eyes, an’ tries to… ‘Ole scenes,’ she sez, 'don’t look… Ole ways,' she sez, ‘seems to ’ave… The pleasures that we had don’t se…
The digger’s cultured daughter: Her youth was wildly free. Now by the placid water Of tree-girt Wendouree She walks, a gracious lady,
Hoping you will not deem it rude, I’d like to call an interlude In our remarkable array Of leading statesmen of the day, And introduce to you forthwith
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…
Day after day, week after burning… A ruthless sun has sucked the fore… Morn after anxious morn men’s glan… The hills, hard-etched against a h… Gay blossoms droop and die.
Kids! Hundreds of ‘em for the farmer! K… Thousands of ’em for the country!… Bids Loud for England’s surplus youngs…