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id: 15524
title: Digger Smith
author: Dennis, C. J. (Clarence James)
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  Ole ways," she sez, "seems to ''ave changed their style, I ''ad me Queen be''ind?" Sez Begg, "Wot rot! Sez Missus Flood, "Jim''s won a medal too While that ole mother told--Good Lord!" sez ''e But, up to now, I ain''t ''eard none for Dad. Ole Flood, an'' all ''is kind throughout the land, "Look ''ere," I sez, "you let me spell yeh, Dad. An'' then ''e sez, "''Ave yeh fergot me, Bill?" "It ain''t too bad," ''e sez, with ''is ole smile; My wife sez little things sometimes that nearly git me riled. "You ''ear a lot," sez little Digger Smith, She sez, ''I ain''t ''eard talk so good Jim mightn''t come back ''ome, yeh know. "''Ow would yeh like," I sez to ''im, an'' stops. When Missus Flood sez, "Bill, _wot do you think_?" "Yeh done it, lad," sez Jim. "I''m thinkin'' things," sez Digger Smith.


id: 16362
title: The Glugs of Gosh
author: Dennis, C. J. (Clarence James)
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  He''s a Glug of the old Gosh school! "It''s wrong!" said this Glug, whose name was Joi. Of the Glugs of Gosh and their great King Splosh, To trade with the Glugs came the Ogs to Gosh, Till every Glug in the land of Gosh Said Joi: "In Gosh there shall yet be one And he said, "There is much that a Glug should know; The Glugs climbed trees in the days of yore, Said the Glug called Joi, "This climbing trees For a Glug named Joi and a king called Splosh!" But every Glug, and great King Splosh And the Swanks were called to the great King Splosh, Said Sym, "I shall tinker, and still be a king." Said Sym: "Kind friends, and fellow Glugs; "I''m with Sir Stodge, 0 Glugs of Gosh! The Glugs still live in the land of Gosh, "Aw, don''t be a Glug!" said the little red dog.


id: 304
title: Rio Grande''s Last Race, and Other Verses
author: Paterson, A. B. (Andrew Barton)
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  He turned away the good old horse that served him many days; Came up on deck like a dead man, paralysed body and brain; ''Twas Saltbush Bill, with his travelling sheep, was making his way to town; ''Twas Saltbush Bill, with his travelling sheep, was making his way to town; ''Steel spurs, of course?'' said old Rooster Hall; ''Twas the horse thief, Andy Regan, that was hunted like a dog ''Twas the horse thief, Andy Regan, that was hunted like a dog And the way that he chanced on a fighting man to reckon with Saltbush Bill. Till the fighting man shot home his left on the ribs with a mighty clout, ''You led the trump,'' the old man said They said their horse could jump like fun, and asked an amateur Men fight all shapes and sizes as the racing horses run, Men fight all shapes and sizes as the racing horses run,


id: 962
title: The Poems of Henry Kendall With Biographical Note by Bertram Stevens
author: Kendall, Henry
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  Past long hillocks looking like to waves of ocean turned to stone; Like a dying echo roaming sadly round a far off hill. And I thought they bore a murmur like a voice from sleeping seas. Like to lone hearts weeping over loved ones they shall see no more; Fly, like wild hounds, at the darkness, crouching over sea and earth; Changes like to swift-winged shadows falling on a moony deep! And the lights like flowers shall blossom, in high Heaven''s kindly bosom, Forests golden, mountains hoary--can he look and love like we? While Night is stealing round the land, like Time across my face; But touching the ways of her eyes are: she comes to my soul like a tune-Dreaming mem''ries fall like moonlight over silver sleeping seas. Whose love is like beautiful light on the sea. It passed like the breath of the night-wind away,


id: 4730
title: The Songs of a Sentimental Bloke
author: Dennis, C. J. (Clarence James)
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  Fer, as the poit sez, me ''eart ''as got The pip wiv yearnin'' fer--I dunno wot. Fer when I come ter think uv wot I been.... Fer when a bloke ''as come to know Doreen, Wot''s jist plain stoush wiv us, right ''ere to-day, Sez ''e "I''ll dope yeh, so they''ll THINK yer dead." Then freedom ain''t the thing fer wot ''e yearns. A lispin'' maid, wiv ''air an'' eyes like ''ers, Doreen she sez, "You''ll ''ave to meet my Mar, "Young friend," ''e sez--an'' tears wus in ''is eyes-I LIKES that pilot fer the things ''e said. Wiv my Doreen, an'' now it''s come to this! "You got a look," ''e sez, "like you could stay; "I got no time fer wasters, lad," sez ''e, "I got no time fer wasters, lad," sez ''e, "I got no time fer wasters, lad," sez ''e, Doreen, she sez ''e''s got a poit''s eyes;


id: 214
title: In the Days When the World Was Wide, and Other Verses
author: Lawson, Henry
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  They raised new stars on the silent sea that filled their hearts with awe; When men were gallant and ships were good -roaming the wide world round. We fight like women, and feel as much; the thoughts of our hearts we guard; Till like a pallid river flow the faces in the street -The old year went, and the new returned, in the withering weeks of drought, He tramped away from the shanty there, when the days were long and hot, When a man is better away from home, and dead to the world, Out Back. All day long in the flies and heat the men of the outside track ''Twas a better land to live in, in the days o'' long ago. Do you think the bush was better in the ''good old droving days'', The ghost of the man that I might have been is gone from my heart to-day;


