The cattle-lands of Corryong, The maiden of the snows (Where silver streams the winter l… Sing pleasantly their tinkling son… Not many a town man knows.

It wasn’t kid stakes. I 'ad no c… To act deceivin’, or to treat 'er… I’m old enough to know them games… Not with Doreen. Besides, deceit ain’t in me bag uv…

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

Far in the forest depths I dwell, The master mimic of them all, To pour from out my secret dell Echo of many a bushland call, That over all the forest spills;

When PHARAOH chased the chosen… Things seemed to hint at failure i… For ’tis written that the Opposit… But we’ve never been enlightened o… But probably before the wave came…

He was obviously English, in his… And his accent was of Oxford, and… Seemed to hint at halls baronial.… But he praised the things of Engl… He’d discourse for hours together…

Mr Fitzmickle, the martinet, Still with an iron hand Rules house and home. Like a pee… He barks each curt command. And he packs the family off to bed

Bright young thing: Thou on the b… Life is gay and pleasure laden All in vain the law beseeches Courtesy from man and maiden When a car, adorned with beauty

There’s a very funny insect that y… And it isn’t quite a spider, and i… It is something like a beetle, and… But nothing like a wooly grub that… Its name is quite a hard one, but…

There’s a big, brown man in the hi… Whom the nation had forgot; He’s a stolid man and a patient ma… And he does not talk a lot: And the seasons frown or the seaso…

No longer wilful woman hides Behind a law that over-rides The dicta of her lawful lord and m… And, they who fain would lift a ha… To erring wives, now understand

B. SMITH would most undoubtedly… If some rude person called him Ja… To see how he could argue otherwis… A Jap is human - or a rumour’s ri… And he talks and argues much the s…

Now, I always have preserved a ce… Quite definite in reference to Wo… ('Tis futility concealing That I have the Weary Feeling And tendency perennial to shirk)

Eight days to beer! A sigh sweeps… Sweeps like a gale from 'Frisco t… ('Say! But it’s tough, this long… Oh boy! I’m rarin’ to get at tha… Six days to beer! Was ever waiti…

Listen, Elaine. Tho’ I’m not ma… I like a little flutter now and th… But I maintain you would not be d… The family, or look like some old… If you just wore - Now, just a mi…