Well I remember him - Big Jack H… Big Jack, the lumper, tanned and… The clean, straight limbs of him, The strength in those limbs of him Strength that was the end of him,…

Because to him the wise gods gave Rare gifts, to lesser folk denied, He might have thriven, Mammon’s s… Rich in the goods that small men c… But poor in all beside.

I reckon (said Dad) that the coun… Is this here wireless an’ these he… Up to the house and around the doo… Stretchin’ their ears for to catch… Leavin’ the horses down in the cro…

The dignity of Camperdown Is not to be denied, Where Leura looks upon the town And that lush countryside And comfortable, stout and sleek,

Where the little river gleaming Thro’ its shadows green and cool Broadens to the quiet dreaming Of a little shady pool; There an azure jewel burning

They fights their fights and they… As they did before the white man c… Far in the unexplored Outback, Where still Australia’s mostly bl… They little know of white men’s la…

There is a flutter in the trees, And now a sudden, dread unease Stills all the bushland melodies Amid the gums; Stills now the song of wren and th…

Ah Gawd! It makes me sick to thin… Of what I 'eard an’ seen; Poor 'Arry like a wet rag flung Across the wrecked machine; An’ Rose, ‘er far all chiner-whit…

‘I’ve seen so much uv dirt an’ gri… I’m mad to 'ave things clean. I’ve seen so much uv death,' ‘e sa… ’So many cobbers lyin’ dead You won’t know wot I mean;

They must not talk....That strong… The male of homo sapiens, bears th… With calm aplomb. Speech is a tr… In any sport conducted by mere man… Thus, when our flannelled Knights…

The Chinese are an old, old race, In mystic lore exceeding wise. Accustomed thro’ the year to trace Their nation’s fortunes in the ski… No mere male deity can shake

Now, when a bloke 'e cracks a blok… An’ wrecks a joint to square a lad… They used to call it chivalry, but… An’ the end of it is cops an’ quod… Fer insults to fair Gwendoline th…

On the road to Jericho Mark the stricken one, Moaning in his agony, Prone beneath the sun. Prone beneath the blazing sun,

Mr. Pericles, M.P., In four-sixty-nine B.C., Outed Cimon at a general election… Premier Cimon, thuswise ex-ed, Was quite naturally vexed,

I venerate economists As very learned blokes, But when in paradox they speak Their meaning oft I vainly seek, Suspecting subtle jokes.