'No, you can't count me in, boys; I'm off it, I'm jack of them practical jokes; They give neither pleasure nor profit, And the fellers that plays them are mokes. I've got sense, though I once was a duffer,...
Skirting the swamp and the tangled scrub, Tramping and turning amidst the trees, Carrying nothing but blankets and grub, Careless of pleasure and health and ease, Hither and thither with never a goal,...
What is meant by active service 'Ere where sin is leakin' loose, 'N' the oldest 'and's as nervis As a dog-bedevilled goose, Has bin writ be every poet What can rhyme it worth a dam,...
In days before the trouble Jo was rated as a slob. He chose to sit in hourly expectation of a job. He'd loop hisself upon a post, for seldom friends had he, A gift of patient waitin' his distinctif quality....
Out of luck, mate? Have a liquor. Hang it, where's the use complaining? Take your fancy, I'm in funds now, I can stand the racket, Dan. Dump your bluey in the corner; camp here for the night, it's raining;...