Beef Tea (C J Dennis Poems)
She never nagged; she never said no word; But sat an' looked at me an' never stirred. I could ...
She never nagged; she never said no word; But sat an' looked at me an' never stirred. I could ...
'E sez to me, "Wot's orl this flamin' war? The papers torks uv nothin' else but scraps.An'wot's ole England got ...
I wus pickin' gipsy vi'lits fer to try an' square Doreen.We 'ad words . . . about pianners - fer ...
'E calls me Digger; that's 'ow 'e begins.'E sez 'e's only 'arf a man; an' grins. Judged be 'is nerve, ...
I 'ave written Mick a letter in reply to one uv 'is,Where 'e arsts 'ow things is goin' where the ...
Bill Barcoo was a station 'and - 'e was a station 'and, And grafted all the year like Pharaoh's Jews.But ...
(Compiled by the Sentimental Bloke)I ain't no verse-'og. When I busts in song An' fills the air wiv choonful melerdy,I ...
The little gipsy vi'lits, they wus peepin' thro' the greenAs she come walkin' in the grass, me little wife, Doreen. ...
The world 'as got me snouted jist a treat; Crool Forchin's dirty left 'as smote me soul;An' all them joys ...
This ev'nin' I was sittin' wiv Doreen, Peaceful an' 'appy wiv the day's work done,Watchin', be'ind the orchard's bonzer green, ...
Why stone the crows! 'e sez. "I like 'er style, But alwiz, some'ow, women 'ave appearedSet fer to 'old me ...
'E wouldn't play the flute; the sulky cow. An', after all the trouble that we tookTo try an' cheer,'is spirits ...
This happened many years agoBefore the bush was cleared,When every man was six foot highAnd wore a flowing beard.One very ...
The flamin' cows! 'e ses; 'e did, an' worse; 'Twas 'orrible the langwidge that 'e used.It made me blood run ...
Here in the flamin' thick of thick of things, With Death across the way, 'n' traps What little Fritz ...
Righto!I'll give the game a go.They say I should be circumspect; but I don't care a hang.I'll bangThe cows in ...
I'ad the money in me 'and!Fair dinkum! Right there, by the stand. I tole me wife at breakfus' time, ...
Farewell and adieu to you, Brisbane ladiesFarewell and adieu, you maids of ToowongWe've sold all our cattle and we have ...
Not guilty, yer Honor . . . An' givin' me reasons,I'd like for to plead this 'ere change in the ...
A lang-backit, spilgie, fuistit auld carlGangs a' nicht rakin athort the warlWi' a pock on his back, luikin hungry an' ...
Dear Comrade: In the game of politicsA Senator gits quite enough of kicks Without 'is photer sittin' in the press ...
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