He comes as a man who has lived 'm… With the gloss and the polish off; And truth flows free from his read… For he looked on life with a keen… And he found small cause to scoff.

Now, 'ere’s my tip Fer the Fusion ship, An’ I tells it straight an’ squar… I’m a rare old tar As nigh an’ far

The Chinese are an old, old race, In mystic lore exceeding wise. Accustomed thro’ the year to trace Their nation’s fortunes in the ski… No mere male deity can shake

It was an actor, seedy, sad, Who stood within the gate; Long weary marches he had had He had not dined of late. He sighed: 'I hope I don’t intrud…

‘Country blokes is kind,’ he said, And sat upon his swag (I had no pipe tobacco, So he said he’d ‘risk a fag.’) ‘A country bloke’s my sort o’ blok…

Said the Digger: 'Soon forgot!… Better so, may be. . . Why not? Beauty fades and laurels rot; Last year’s roses are no more. Fame?' the one-armed Digger said,

Can it be I - this Hindenburg, de… To demagogues, catch phrases, luck… And all this mummery about me stir… Can it be I, lord of high feats o… Smiling complancence on a rabble’s…

O, the trees grow straight and the… And the trees grow all around; And the long limbs sprout the trun… Where the Davlo owl is found. And the Davlo bird is most absurd

One idle hour she sought to see Whose image ’twas he cherished so (All fondly certain whose 'twould… And found - a girl she did not kno… A trusty maiden’s modest face,

When old ADAM bit the apple, And thereafter had to grapple With hard toil to earn his daily b… There’s no doubt that he protested That his 'rights’ had been moleste…

Jones is a man exceeding meek And henpecked, so his neighbours s… Who, one glad evening every week, Sought sanctuary in his queer way. At his suburban picture show

He was tall and tough and stringy,… Broad and loose, with greenhide mu… He was slow of speech and prudent,… With the eye of one who gazes long… Smith by name, but long forgotten…

Day after day, week after burning… A ruthless sun has sucked the fore… Morn after anxious morn men’s glan… The hills, hard-etched against a h… Gay blossoms droop and die.

Long faces, hangin’ lips an’ eyes… Meegrims an’ mulligrubs, mournfuln… Faith in the future gone to glory… I’ve seen it all a score o’ times… I seen it all a year ago, if you w…

The bad boy of Europe, He stands in dire disgrace, Crying too loud his innocence While guilt grins from his face. The gangster and the racketeer