A public parlour in the slums, The haunt of vice and villainy, Where things are said unfit to hear, And things are done unfit to see; 'Mid ribald jest and reckless song,...
When you get tight in foreign lands You never need go slinking, No female neighbours lift their hands And say 'The brute!, he's drinking!' No mischief-maker runs with smiles To give your wife a notion,...
The gentlemen of Dickens Were mostly very poor, And innocent of grammar, And of parentage obscure; But rich or poor or thriving, Of high or lowly birth, The gentlemen of Dickens...
If I ever be worthy or famous, Which I'm sadly beginning to doubt, When the angel whose place 'tis to name us Shall say to my spirit, 'Pass out!' I wish for no sniv'lling about me...
I have sinned, like others, blindly, without thought and without fear, And my best friends say it kindly, 'You should go away from here.' Shall I fly the paltry spirit of a narrow little town,...
The men who camp with Danger Are mostly quiet men: And one may use a rifle, And one may use a pen, And one may strap a camera In deserts to his bike; But men who sleep with Danger...
The rooster is a brainless dude, although he sports a crest, The hen's an awful fool we know, though hen-eggs are the best; She'll flutter, cackling, anywhere save through a gate or door,...
The night too quickly passes And we are growing old, So let us fill our glasses And toast the Days of Gold; When finds of wondrous treasure Set all the South ablaze,...
O I dreamt I shore in a shearing shed and it was a dream of joy For every one of the rouseabouts was a girl dressed up as a boy Dressed up like a page in a pantomime the prettiest ever seen...
We hear a great commotion 'Bout the ship that comes to grief, That founders in mid-ocean, Or is driven on a reef; Because it's cheap and brittle A score of sinners drown....
The skies are brass and the plains are bare, Death and ruin are everywhere, And all that is left of the last year's flood Is a sickly stream on the grey-black mud;...
The fields are fair in autumn yet, and the sun's still shining there, But we bow our heads and we brood and fret, because of the masks we wear; Or we nod and smile the social while, and we say we're doing well,...
The other night I got the blues and tried to smile in vain. I couldn't chuck a chuckle at the foolery of Twain; When Ward and Billings failed to bring a twinkle to my eye,...
Day of ending for beginnings! Ocean hath another innings, Ocean hath another score; And the surges sing his winnings, And the surges shout his winnings, And the surges shriek his winnings,...
Farewell! The gold we send shall be a token Of that which in our hearts is growing strong; You asked our sympathy, and we have spoken, 'They wrong us who our brothers rob and wrong.' ...