All was up with Richard Tanner 'Wait-a-Bit' we called him. Dead? Yes. The braceman dropped a spanner, Landed Richard on the head; Cracked his skull, sir, like a teacup, Down the pump-shaft in the well....
In politics there's room for jest; With frequent gibes are speeches met, And measures which are of the best Are themes for caustic humor yet. E'en though the pulpiteer we fret...
It is thirty moons since I slung me hook From the job at the hay and corn, Took me solemn oath, 'n' I straight forsook All the ways of life, dinkum ways 'n' crook, 'N' the things on which it was good to look...
'I'm off on the wallaby!' cries Old Ben, And his pipe is lit, and his swag is rolled; 'There is nothing here for us old-time men, But up north, I hear, they are on the gold.'...
Out of work and out of money,out of friends that means, you bet, Out of firewood, togs and tucker, out of everything but debt, And I loathe the barren pavements, and the crowds a fellow meets,...
He was almost blind, and wasted With the wear of many years; He had laboured, and had tasted Bitter troubles, many cares; But his laugh was loud and ringing, And his flag was on the mast...
We are wondering why those fellows who are writing cheerful ditties Of the rosy times out droving, and the dust and death of cities, Do not leave the dreary office, ask a drover for a billet,...
I said: 'I leave my bit of land, In khaki they've entwined me, I go abroad to lend a hand.' Said she: 'My love, I understand. I will be true, and though we part A thousand years you hold my heart",...
'Late Midshipman John Travers (Chester), aged 16 years. He was mortally wounded early in the action, yet he remained alone in a most exposed post awaiting orders, with his gun's crew dead all round him.'
I've sung of Honor's golden hair And Hero's auburn tresses, Of Bella's back abundance, where The sun throws his caresses; I've sung of curl, and coil, and braid; On meshes I've dilated,...