101. Good Friday So we forget? The streets bloom gay
With festive garments, many hued;
And man and maid laugh down the way
102. The Wooer I nearly fell fair in my tracks.
I'm trudgin' homeward with my axe
When I come on her suddenly.
103. The Madman 'I should go mad,' he said, 'in such a place!
The lack of company, the loneliness!
Nothing but trees to stare you in the face;
104. Confidential Canberra Nay, Mr Speaker, let the ideal stay,
The picture that voters have in mind
Of Solons in debate far leagues away
105. Morning Glory Singing morning has begun.
Where the wooded ranges run
To far summits, there the snow
106. Golden Silence A word out of season
Of vapid unreason
May seem mere political twaddle at best;
107. In The First Elective Ministry In the neolithic age of our Australia, long ago,
There dwelt a wise old chieftain, as you probably don't know;
His royal tastes and habits I won't venture to describe,
108. The Bar-room Patriot Why, 'ow's she goin', Bill, ole sport?
I thort I knoo your dile!
My oath! You look the proper sort!
109. The Old Shanty Look at 'em! Toffs with their big cigars,
Drivin' along in their motor cars.
Nothin' at all like the olden days
110. Whose Blame? 'A woman's work is never done,'
'From dawn to setting of the sun,'
111. Lullaby You are much too big to dandle,
And I will not leave the candle.
Go to sleep.
112. Dust (I'm not trying to make this thing rhyme
But, at the same time,
A little interlude like this
113. An Epitaph I've lived a rather careless life,
And many a fault have I;
But I'd have you not stress the strife
114. Our Town Awakes Six o'clock. From the railway yard
The engine toots; careering hard,
A milk-cart rattles by and stops;
115. A Cricket Casualty My dear, I'm awful shorry
'Bout gettin' home sho late.
I orra been in hoursh ago;
116. From Fame To Fowls Mr Blenkinsop and I
Are much concerned to learn
That, somewhere in the further sky,
117. For A Canberra Tablet Once on this historic site
Wild men of a dusky shade,
In defiance of all right,
118. Fire Bugs Look 'ere. I'll bet a 'arf-a-crown
To anythink you like to name (said Bushy Bill),
If country fellers went to town,
119. Drapers Dummies What do they dream about standing there
In the windows facing the street?
Eyes transfixed in a strange, far stare,
120. Warrnambool A civic lady, peerly proud
Of excellences that here crowd
About her trim, well-ordered streets:
122. Wisdom After Victory Now comes to an end all our dolorous drifting;
Clouds pass away and depression is lifting.
Because we were wise in our planning and sought
123. Introduction To Ginger Mick Jist to intraj'uice me cobber, an 'is name is Ginger Mick
A rorty boy, a naughty boy, wiv rude impressions thick
In 'is casu'l conversation, an' the wicked sort o' face
124. Hats I sing of the hat, of the human lid,
The cadev, the tile, or whatever you please,
The thing that we wear - or our fathers did
130. The Blue Kingfisher Where the little river gleaming
Thro' its shadows green and cool
Broadens to the quiet dreaming
131. Logic And Spotted Dog 'Unless you 'ide that axe,' she sez, ''E'll 'urt 'imself reel bad.
An' after all - Now, Bill, don't cry! - that trouble that I've 'ad,
Wiv 'im thro' croop an' whoopin' corf, 'e goes an' cuts 'imself!
132. Charity Oh, loyal Orange breth-er-en.
I pray you act as Christlan men,
And, should your spleen arise, count ten
133. The Pallid Cuckoo Dolefully and drearily
Come I with the spring;
Wearily and cerily
134. African Interlude I t'inkin' da war now go for stop
Between Black Sammo, da slush,
An' Nicko, da boss of da fry-fish shop.
135. Thistledown She danced thro' life as light as thistledown,
The grace of Columbine, charm of Pierette,
These, and that blithesome quality of thistledown,
136. The Lack 'This is the life!' said Dusty Dan
'This is the life to hand a man!
My happy way is strewn with flowers;
138. Guardian Angels Brothers; even those of you who are already in the sear and yellow leaf, and full of years and iniquity,
Sometimes, I doubt not, let your thoughts go back to those days of antiquity
When mother tucked you into your little bed.
139. The Kick First I tried a Dry Martini;
But found not one teeny-weeny
Semblance of a kick in any kind of this.
140. January 2nd How many have you broken up till now?
I know that yesterday you made a vow,
And most solemnly 'twas spoken;
141. The Rhymes Of Sym Nobody knew why it should be so;
Nobody knew or wanted to know.
It might have been checked had but someone dared
142. Yarrawonga Yarrawonga by herself
Lived too long upon a shelf
She a stolid farmer's wife.
143. Further Afric Echoes By gar! I tell-a you, t'ings don't stop
Since da war he come wit' a rush,
When Nicko, da boss at da fry-fish shop,
144. The Swagman Oh, he was old and he was spare;
His bushy whiskers and his hair
Were all fussed up and very grey
145. Arch Criminal When muddled mentors take the stage
To gird against our erring,
They simulate an awful rage,
146. Escape Sing me to sleep when I go West;
But sing you, soft and low,
No song from the olden masters'
147. The Philistine Smith is a very stupid man;
He lives next door to me;
He has no settled scheme or plan
148. The Day Of Unrest There ain't enough of strikes an' things,
There ain't enough of strife,
There ain't enough dislikes an' things
The dead are in their silent graves,
And the dew is cold above,
And the living weep and sigh,
Over dust that once was love.
Once I only wept the dead,
But now the living cause my pain:
How couldst thou steal me from my tears,
To leave me to my tears again?
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