Brothers o’ mine, brothers o’ mine… All the world over, from pole to p… All of them brothers of mine and t… Every wondering, blundering soul. Banded together by grace divine,

Galloping, galloping, galloping ho… Weave thro’ our dreaming in burgeo… There’s sun in our hearts and ther… And paeans of hope Winter’s thren… Over the hill-tops; for joy is a-w…

Did you see them pass to-day, Bil… All astride upon the back of old g… Jigging, jogging off to school, do… What must Dobbin think of it - th… Robin at the bridle-rein, in the m…

Spring is a flirt. Unexpectedly… Over the shoulder of some far blue… We glimpse the blue eyes of her, s… We hold out our hands to her, all… A bloom in her lips, for a moment…

We didn’t like the bo’sun’s mate (Yo, 'eave ho! an’ a bottle o’ le… Becos ‘is dile filled us wiv ’ate (Yo, 'eave ho! An’ a bottle o’ n… Miss).

Son of our King: When yoemen sail… From Britain to expand her sway, The coward from High venture quai… The weakling sank beside the way. None save the strong in that far d…

Not guilty, yer Honor . . . An’ g… I’d like for to plead this '€˜ere… Plus one flamin’ goat with a terri… Great grin on '€˜is map wot '€˜ud… ‘€˜E lobs in me shop an’ - “Is th…

You are growing convalescent As pain’s fingers are withdrawn; And you waken in a strange, white… Yet your thought is aught but plea… In the cold, grey winter dawn,

Luke Gale, the larrikin lad, dwel… A low street, a by-street, right a… King of the boys and hobbledehoys… Winning from all respectable folk… But, oh, to see him on Saturday n…

A month ago the world grew grey fe… A month ago the light went out fer… To ‘er they broke it gentle as mig… But fer ’is pal ‘twus one uv them… That stops the ’eart-beat; fer to…

Once upon a time, in days remote, A politician bought a vote. The price he paid is not quite cle… But probably a pot of beer Secured his end. But he got in;

I don’t know what’s come to the su… In these dull and decadent years; But a fellow grows glummer and glu… As promise of autumn appears; For there’s not been a sign of a w…

High on the hills, where the tall… There lives an axeman that 1 know. From his little hut by a ferny cre… Day after day, week after week, He goes each morn with his shining…

Back to the kicthen, mein Gretche… Back to the scullery, frau! You have dreamed your brief hour o… But it’s dishes and drudgery now. Your head bent in humble submissio…

Little Tommy Tadpole began to wee… For little Tommy Tadpole had lost… And his mother didn’t know him as… For he wasn’t Tommy Tadpole, but…