#Australians #XIXCentury #XXCentury
My dear ladies - that is to say, t… Most of you, no doubt, have felt i… Round and about a ballroom, claspe… There comes a period in the lives… Is it not so? Then dance, dear l…
‘Mr Mead, the printer’ - so the t… But never in his presence since hi… Such a plain, plebeian title would… Felix Mead, Esquire, the literary… Down the street each morning to th…
The swallows are back, and I’m tu… For today ’tis my duty to sing A melodious lay that is graciously… To welcome– officially– spring Ting-a-ling
I ‘ave written Mick a letter in r… Where ‘e arsts ’ow things is goin’… So I tries to buck 'im up a bit;… An’ I ain’t no nob at litrachure;… I suppose you fellers dream, Mick…
Jist ‘ere it gripped me, on a sudd… I wus diggin’ in the garden, talki… When it got me good an’ solid, an’… An’ curses soft down in me neck, a… Then, when I tries to straighten…
‘When I’m sittin’ in me dug-out w… An’ a yowlin’, 'owlin’ chorus come… Jist a bit o’ 'Bonnie Mary’ or '… Then I know I’m in Australia, to… They’ve bin up agin it solid since…
‘Peter the ’Ermit was a ‘oly blok… The parson sez, ‘wot chivvied cove… ‘Too right,’ I chips. 'I’ve ‘ear… ‘Brave knights sprung straight to… ‘Sure thing,’ sez I. 'It muster b…
Five nights agone I lay at rest On my suburban couch. My trousers on the bedpost hung, Red gold within their pouch. The twin-gods Law and Order seeme…
Somewhere or other, ’tis doubtful… In the archives of Gosh is a volu… A precious old classic that nobody… And nobody asks for, and nobody he… Which makes it a classic, and fame…
Don’t yeh hear them callin, to yeh… Where the skyline’s smeared an’ gr… There’s a crowd o’ chaps that knew… Don’t yeh hear them callin’ to yeh Mates o’ yours with 'oom yeh used…
Now, my gift of crude invective is… And I’ve quite a flair for fierce… But I have to sit and watch the p… Just because my countrymen seek mo… But, ah, what verbal lightnings ro…
There’s a good time coming in the… And I wish, oh, how I wish that i… There’s a wise day dawning, by the… To usher in the glad millenium. When heaven-sent technocracy displ…
They say I am a shy, wild thing, That seeks the wild bush glade. Quick to be gone on whirring wing, Where stangers would invade; But well I know what all birds kn…
Stripped to the buff they circled… And jagged and swung and crossed; To uppercut and smash and pound No chances either lost; Till folks opined, in some alarm,
‘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.