Washing Day (C J Dennis Poems)
The little gipsy vi'lits, they wus peepin' thro' the greenAs she come walkin' in the grass, me little wife, Doreen. ...
C J Dennis Poems on Smiling (91 Poems)
Listeners Luck (C J Dennis Poems)
My sort, she sez, "don't meet no fairy prince." I can't 'elp 'earin' part uv wot was said ...
The Minglers (C J Dennis Poems)
A sight that gives me much distress Is George without his trousers,Garbed, scantily, in bathing dress Proscribed by saintly Wowsers,And ...
The Mooch O’ Life (C J Dennis Poems)
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, ...
The March (C J Dennis Poems)
In early, prehistoric days, before the reign of Man,When neolithic Nature fashioned things upon a planThat was large as it ...
A Square Deal (C J Dennis Poems)
Dreamin'? I sez to Digger Smith. "Buck up, ole sport, an' smile.Ain't there enough uv joy to-dayTo drive the bogey ...
Son of a Fool (C J Dennis Poems)
Gyved and chained in his father's home, He toiled 'neath a conqueror's rule;Bowed to the earth in the land of ...
Pilot Cove (C J Dennis Poems)
Young friend, 'e sez . . . Young friend! Well, spare me days! Yeh'd think I wus 'is own white ...
The Little Homes (C J Dennis Poems)
We have heard the cheering, brothers, We have heard the martial peal;We have seen the soldiers marching And the glint ...
Toolangi (C J Dennis Poems)
He was obviously English, in his Harris tweeds and stockings.And his accent was of Oxford, and his swagger and his ...
The Reaper in the Bush (C J Dennis Poems)
He was lyin' on his bunk, In the hut behind the mill,Ravin' like a man wild drunk, Never silent, ...
Hopeful Hawkins (C J Dennis Poems)
Hawkins wasn't in the swim at all in Dingo Flat, And to bait him was our chiefest form of ...
The Bridge Across the Crick (C J Dennis Poems)
Joseph Jones and Peter Dawking Strove in an election fight; And you'd think, to hear them talking, ...
Sawin’ Wood (C J Dennis Poems)
I wondered wot was doin'. First I seenOle Missus Flood wave signals to Doreen. I'm in the paddick slashin' down ...
Music In The Chair (C J Dennis Poems)
SCENE: Political meeting of future.CHAIRMAN, rising, calls for silence.CHAIRMAN: Ladies and gentlemen -- those of you that are -- I ...
Cheek (C J Dennis Poems)
When PHARAOH chased the chosen Jew, and perished in the sea,Things seemed to hint at failure in the PHARAOH policy.For ...
A Song Of Anzac (C J Dennis Poems)
When I'm sittin' in me dug-out, with me rifle on me knees, An' a yowlin', 'owlin' chorus comes a-floatin' up ...
The Censor (C J Dennis Poems)
The Censor sits behind his desk, And smiles a censored smile; His great, blue ...
The Mountain Laboured (C J Dennis Poems)
A patriot spake thus to an eager throng:"Give me the power and I shall right each wrong.And Fortune, smiling, on ...
The Wonders of the One Pound Note (C J Dennis Poems)
Brothers!You .... with but a sixpence in your pocket, and you with half a "quid," and you with a ...
The Capital Site (C J Dennis Poems)
I hear them speak of a Fed'ral siteWhere shall arise a city bright -Mother, where is this bonzer spot?Shall we ...
The Over-Fed Fuse (C J Dennis Poems)
He has made many meals On the Lib'rals of late, And the way that he feels ...
Affable Alf (C J Dennis Poems)
Have you heard the inscrutable mutable Alf,The mannerly man with the silvery tongue? Ever ...
Anzac Square: What The Digger Said (C J Dennis Poems)
Said the Digger: "Soon forgot! Soon forgot, the deeds of war. Better so, may be. . . Why not? Beauty ...
The Merry Sportsmen (C J Dennis Poems)
'Arry an' me is bits of sports; When the summer comes aroundWe gits our sweaters an' guns an' shorts An' ...
Bird – Seed (C J Dennis Poems)
Old Pete Parraday, he isn't very wise --Or so the local gossips say -- They love to criticise His crazy ...
Our Black Brudder (C J Dennis Poems)
O, fellow Australians, listen, attend: We must cease our contemptuous swearingAnd cursing and sneering at Bull's colored friend, For our ...
More for the Money (C J Dennis Poems)
What are the wild waves saying now that their lengths are changed?In a manner most dismaying are the stations now ...
Old Town Types No. 3 – Mrs Dibbs (C J Dennis Poems)
Mrs Dibbs, the washerwoman, coming down the street,Shabby old "elastic-sides" on her funny feet As she toddles by the pub, ...