‘Rover, rover, cattle-drover, wher… I go to Cuppacumalomga, fifty mil… Over plains where Summer rains ha… Over hills where laughing rills go… I go to Cuppacumalonga, to my bro…

I’ad the money in me 'and! Fair dinkum! Right there, by the… I tole me wife at breakfus’ time, Straight out: ‘Trivalve,’ I sez ‘… Trivalve,’ I sez. An’, all the w…

Mr Fitzmickle, the martinet, Rules with an iron rod His house and home; ‘neath its red… He struts like a little tin god. When Popper says stay, the family…

On one fine but fatal morning in t… Lo, a brawny Bloke set out to dig… First of men to put a puncture in… Was this early, neolithic, human m… Gladsomely the toiler hefted his u…

An 'Ode to the Moon’ did he indit… With his two-and-half soul-power. ('Twas the child of a starlit summ… Begot by a gloomy hour.) And he vowed it was a work immense…

‘Arry an’ me is bits of sports; When the summer comes around We gits our sweaters an’ guns an’… An’ we seeks out 'untin’ ground. Tennis an’ 'ikin’ we reckons tame;

A civic lady, peerly proud Of excellences that here crowd About her trim, well-ordered stree… The visitor she warmly greets E’er with a bland and kindly smile…

Hist! . . . . . . Hark! The night is very dark, And we’ve to go a mile or so Across the Possum Park. Step . . . . . . light,

Heigh, ho! But they’re talking,… As the cold, hard streets we’re wa… Seeking work at any wage, While the talkers rant and rage. Says the judge: 'Let’s look up se…

‘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…

There is women, yer Worship, of v… An’ some of 'em’s fluffy a’ foolis… An’ some is sispicious an’ mean in… An’ others fair set-like an’ mulis… There is some, as I owns, is real…

I’d like to be a barber, and learn… Calling out, ‘Next please! and po… All day I’d hear my scissors goin… I’d lather people’s faces, and the… While I shaved most carefully alo…

But, why a picnic, Jane? We went… And missed the Cup; and you know… Because we lost - Oh! yes, you di… I had the tip, but I was not beli… It’s just sheer nonsense to deny i…

Old farmer Jack gazed on his whea… And feared the frost would nip it. Said he, "it’s nearly seven feet - I must begin to strip 'it. He stripped it with a stripper and

So we forget? The streets bloom… With festive garments, many hued; And man and maid laugh down the wa… With all the joy of life imbued. Respite from toil, surcease from c…