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Let’s have a tiny little bush fire… It’s a cold, cold night tonight. We are sick of this long session Of the darkness of depression. And a fire would make things brigh…
I often pause to contemplate The sadly barren mental state Of persons whom it is my fate To meet on Monday morning. They should be, after Sunday’s re…
Now, children, in this Lesson Two… Briefly we’ll make some mention Of party, just in case that you Some day, with the intention Of furthering ambitions grand,
Men knew and loved my calling in o… Days ere a bitter wisdom taught me… Trusting and unafraid, I went my… By many a crude hut of the pioneer… Calling by paths where lonely axem…
Singing morning has begun. Where the wooded ranges run To far summits, there the snow Lingers yet. But down below In the quiet, green-girt places,
Chuff! Chuff! Chuff! With a r… Waking every echo on the old bush… Waking, too, the wonder of the way… With the clatter of his engine and… With his front wheels a-wobble and…
Mr Bodge, the banker, was a power… His city bank had granted him an a… For our town was most remote from… And only Mr Bodge could know who… So Mr Bodge within his bank reign…
‘Why do they do it? I dunno,’ Sez Digger Smith. ‘Yeh got me be… Some uv the yarns yeh ’ear is true… An’ some is rather umptydoo, An’ some is - indiscreet.
‘Young sir,’ ‘E sez . . . Like th… Romantic like, as if me dream was… ’Is dress was fancy, an’ 'is style… An’ me? I ‘ope I know ’ow to be’a… In 'igh-toned company, for ain’t…
Now, Plugger Palook was a man in… (Said Horace the Howler) not one… But his barrackers vowed that he w… Full scope for his talents account… For Plugger Palook was a football…
Where the sunlight, burning down, Lights her luscious orange groves, Lights the river and the town; Where the placid Murray roves; Where each shining summer gives
Once on a time a general whose nam… To the present generation as a nam… Once on a time this general - I t… This happened years and years ago,… This general once stood before his…
His Honor walked into the shop For of shopping his Honor was fon… Did she blush? Did her eyes indi… In that slim little, trim little b… Did his bachelor heart miss a beat…
Now Joi, the rebel, he had a son In far, far Gosh where the tall t… Said Joi: ‘In Gosh there shall y… To scorn this life of a self-made… To spurn the law of the Knight, S…
Is it the dawn of a Golden Age And a swift release from pain? The politicians fight and rage Where doubt and chaos reign. But out on the fields, with one ac…