‘Possum’ A Lay of New Chumland (Henry Lawson Poems)
SO YER trav'lin' for yer pleasure while yer writin' for the press?An' yer huntin' arter "copy"?-well, I've heer'd o' that. ...
SO YER trav'lin' for yer pleasure while yer writin' for the press?An' yer huntin' arter "copy"?-well, I've heer'd o' that. ...
A SEAMAN'S TALE OF THE SEAWe men hat go down for a livin' in ships to the sea,-We love it ...
When Gladys comes a whisper wakes,A sudden thrill prevails,She holds the eyes of men, and takesThe wind out of our ...
I never did 'ave no use for Germans (said Bill the bosun to me,As he sat on the after hatchway ...
I 'ave a conversation book, I brought it out from 'ome;It tells the French for knife and fork, an' likewise ...
First I knowed Casey him an' me was young,An' many a yard we h'isted, an' many a stave we sungIn ...
Oh! the maidens of France are certainly fine,And I think every fellow will stateThat the "what-you-may-call-it" coiffured wayThey put up ...
The Irishman loves his fair Colleen,No doubt she is witty and pretty,But in Ireland I have never been,So can't judge ...
There's a drip of honeysuckle in the deep green lane; There's old Martin jogging homeward on his worn old wain; ...
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