The Grog-an’Grumble Steeplechase (Henry Lawson Poems)
'Twixt the coastline and the border lay the town of Grog-an'-Grumble In the days before the bushman was a dull ...
'Twixt the coastline and the border lay the town of Grog-an'-Grumble In the days before the bushman was a dull ...
It is stuffy in the steerage where the second-classers sleep, For there's near a hundred for'ard, and they're stowed away ...
(Deserters) There is a world outside the one you know, To which for curiousness 'Ell can't compare-- It is the ...
The God of Fair Beginnings Hath prospered here my hand -- The cargoes of my lading, And the keels of ...
Your jar of Virginny Will cost you a guinea, Which you reckon too much by five shillings or ten; But ...
Wot makes the soldier's 'eart to penk, wot makes 'im to perspire? It isn't standin' up to charge nor lyin' ...
The Liner she's a lady, an' she never looks nor 'eeds -- The Man-o'-War's 'er 'usband, an' 'e gives 'er ...
If you've ever stole a pheasant-egg be'ind the keeper's back, If you've ever snigged the washin' from the line, If ...
There was no one like 'im, 'Orse or Foot, Nor any o' the Guns I knew; An' because it was ...
The 'eathen in 'is blindness bows down to wood an' stone; 'E don't obey no orders unless they is 'is ...
"What are the bugles blowin' for?" said Files-on-Parade. "To turn you out, to turn you out", the Colour-Sergeant said. "What ...
Me that 'ave been what I've been -- Me that 'ave gone where I've gone -- Me that 'ave seen ...
'My father still reads the dictionary every day. He says your life depends on your power to master words.' Arthur ...
Eph. What Friendship is, ARDELIA shew. Ard. 'Tis to love, as I love You. Eph. This Account, so short (tho' ...
I'll tell you the story of Jonah, A really remarkable tale; A peaceful and humdrum existence he had Until one ...
As old as Woe -- How old is that? Some eighteen thousand years -- As old as Bliss How old ...
No, Bill, I'm not a-spooning out no patriotic tosh (The cove be'ind the sandbags ain't a death-or-glory cuss). And though ...
Three Triangles TRIANGLE ONE My husband put some poison in my beer, And fondly hoped that I would drink it ...
Sez I: My Country calls? Well, let it call. I grins perlitely and declines wiv thanks. Go, let 'em plaster ...
The mountains and glens of Aberfoyle are beautiful to sight, Likewise the rivers and lakes are sparkling and bright; And ...
Here all the day she swings from tide to tide, Here all night long she tugs a rusted chain, A ...
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