Do diddle di do, Poor Jim Jay Got stuck fast In Yesterday. Squinting he was, On Cross-legs bent, Never heeding The wind was spent. Round veered the weathercock, The sun drew in -...
There's a dashin' sort of boy Which they call his Party's Joy, And his smile-that-won't-come-off would quite disarm ye; And he played the leadin' hand...
If you want a situation, I'll just tell you the plan To get on to a station, I am just your very man. Pack up the old portmanteau, and label it Paroo,...
One limpin Jimmy wed a lass; An this wor th' way it coom to pass - He'd saved a little bit o' brass, An soa he thowt he'd ventur To tak unto hissen a wife, To ease his mind ov all its strife,...
There came a lonely Briton to the town, A solitary Briton with a mission, He'd vowed a vow to put all 'shouting' down, To relegate it to a low position.
Jim was a boy who was fond of clowns, And thought they were excellent fun; He talked so much of them and their ways, That one night he dreamed he was one.
Yes, there it hangs upon the wall And never gives a sound, The hand that trimmed its greenhide fall Is hidden underground, There, in that patch of sally shade, Beneath that grassy mound. ...
The bard who is singing of Wollombi Jim Is hardly just now in the requisite trim To sit on his Pegasus fairly; Besides, he is bluntly informed by the Muse That Jim is a subject no singer should choose;...
Releas'd from the noise of the butcher and baker Who, my old friends be thanked, did seldom forsake her, And from the soft duns of my landlord the Quaker,
From chiding the footmen and watching the lasses,...
Whenever the Presbyterian bell Was rung by itself, I knew it as the Presbyterian bell. But when its sound was mingled With the sound of the Methodist, the Christian, The Baptist and the Congregational,...
Joan cudgels Ned, yet Ned's a bully; Will cudgels Bess, yet Will's a cully. Die Ned and Bess; give Will to Joan, She dares not say her life's her own. Die Joan and Will; give Bess to Ned,...
Rugged! Rugged as Parnassus! Rude, as all roads I have trod Yet are steeps and stone-strewn passes Smooth o'erhead, and nearest God. Here black thunders of my canyon Shake its walls in Titan wars!...
While you seek gold in the earth, why, I See gold in the steeps of the starry sky; And which do you think has the fairer view Of God in heaven the dreamer or you?
'Blessed be the English and all their ways and works. Cursed be the Infidels, Hereticks, and Turks!' 'Amen,' quo' Jobson, 'but where I used to lie Was neither Candle, Bell nor Book to curse my brethren by, ...
There's a soldier that's been doing of his share In the fighting up and down and round about. He's continually marching here and there, And he's fighting, morning in and morning out....
O'er the deep wi' me, lassie, Will you, will you? Sail the sounding sea, lassie, Will you, will you? Where the Sacramento flows, 'Twixt the peaks of sifted snows,...
"Will Jockey come to-day, mither? Will Jockey come to-day? He's taen sic likings to my brither He's sure to come the day." "Haud yer tongue, lass, mind your rockie; But th'other day ye wore a pockie....
Th' sun shone breet at early morn, Burds sang sweetly on the trees; Larks wor springin from the corn, Tender blossoms sowt the breeze. Jockey whistled as he went O'er rich meadows wet wi' dew;...