Jack Sprat would eat no fat, His wife would eat no lean, And so, betwixt them both, you see… They licked the platter clean. Old nursery rhyme

Yarrawonga by herself Lived too long upon a shelf She a stolid farmer’s wife. Far remote from modern strife Drowsily beside her door

Blokes ~ ‘Erb Do you know ’Erb? Now, there’s a… If football’s on your mind, why, '… To put you wise. It’s his whole… Keen? He’s as keen as mustard on…

In the old town traditions - as gr… One epic tale immortalises Lah-di… Clerk to a local wheat-buyer in th… Some deemed him just a ‘masher,’ b… With his waxed moustache, his mono…

For some, it was the last sun that… For many, their last glimpse of fe… A splendid sun, dipping, reluctant… Into blue water west of Mudros Ba… And they - new burnished coin to s…

In the olive groves of Italy Men minds are all aflame; For the war-lust spreads thro’ It… Where war-lords call the game. And they dream of Roman legions

Now comes to an end all our doloro… Clouds pass away and depression is… Because we were wise in our planni… The lesser of ills that the greate… Hope springs again in the heart of…

‘Young friend,’ 'e sez . . . Youn… Yeh’d think I wus ‘is own white ’… The queer ole finger, wiv ‘is gent… ’Young friend,' ‘e sez, ’I wish’t… The langwidge that them parson blo…

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…

‘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…

Deah Ladies, Let me wawn you, theah are feahful… And a mos’ ter-ific strugge is at… And we have no taime to speah If we wish to do ouah sheah

Now Percival Gregory Grandison-L… He came of a fine old stock. His sire was an eminent K.C.B, But Percival never appeared to be A chip off that shrewd old block.

‘Sowin’ things an’ growin’ things,… That’s the game,' my father said,… ‘Settin’ things an’ gettin’ things… That’s the life,' my father said,… For my father was a farmer, as his…

I’d like to be a teacher, and have… Calling out, ‘Attention, please!’… I’d be quite strict with boys and… And all the books and maps and thn… I’d make then learn the dates of k…

I can not recall his heyday; for… When his curly hair had thinned a… That he kept the local fruit shop… For our Captain Curly Taplin was… The details of his uniform grow va…