Oh, this is the week when no rhyms… On the joy of the bush or the ills… Nor pour out his soul in delectabl… Of women and wine and the lure the… Nor pen philosophic if foolish dis…

The Glugs still live in the land… Under the rule of the great King… And they climb the trees in the S… Because it is reckoned the regular… Down in the valley they live their…

She never nagged; she never said n… But sat an’ looked at me an’ never… I could 'a’ bluffed it out if she… Fair narked, an’ let me ‘ave it wi… It silence told me ‘ow ’er ‘eart w…

Still I’ve the picture of him - F… In a shining dog-cart driving down… Spanking ponies dashing by, Running tandem, stepping high; Silver-plated harness where the su…

Follow the river and cross the for… Follow again to the wobbly bridge, Turn to the left at the notice boa… Climbing the cow-track over the ri… Tip-toe soft by the little red hou…

What (said the poet) should we car… For all this mad world’s phantasie… For rumours rife upon the air Of terrors looming overseas? If so, the soul were plagued alway

I am shocked beyond words! (Said the statesman. ’Tis crime That the clamoring herds Should seek war at this time. For a criminal war is sheer folly

There’s a looper caterpillar in my… There are weevils weaving strands… There are throngs of thieving thri… On my seedlings and my slips, And the hoppers hop around my holl…

Oh, I’ve got a lovely story that… It will make a gorgeous picture,… (Mind, it isn’t for the money, for… nd my attitude to Art is very pure… It is full of real heart-int’rest,…

The dawnin’ of prosperity Recalls (said old George Jones) When I was young, a song we sung, In none too sober tones, When easy, breezy days were here,

Rugged men and tough men these, Men of the lonely ways, Hard and sturdy as their trees Where the timbered ranges raise Their ragged crests to rake the sk…

‘Swe-e-et! Swe-e-et!’ Low at fi… Full of soft seductiveness on a wh… Who comes in mercy now, crumbs of… For a grey bird pleading from a co… Just a thread of tallow-fat, just…

Ye are the Great White People, m… Spreading your stern dominion over… Here, where my fathers hunted sinc… To our land’s sweet, fecund places… Mouthing your creed of Culture to…

Now is the day when arrant fools Play outworn tricks on sober men! But, for the thoughtful soul that… His mind to conning o’er again Past folly, that he may see clear

‘Unless you ’ide that axe,' she se… An’ after all - Now, Bill, don’t… Wiv ’im thro’ croop an’ whoopin’ c… Why don’t you ‘ang it on the wall,… But there it wus, jist thrown abou…