I can not recall his heyday; for I knew him in the day
When his curly hair had thinned a bit, his waxed moustache grown grey.
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I'd like to be a baker, and come when morning breaks,
Calling out, \
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Now is the healing, quiet hour that fills
This gay, green world with peace and grateful rest.
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A vase upon the mantelpiece,
A ship upon the sea,
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Here's a ridiculous riddle for you:
How many o's are there in Woolloomooloo?
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Old farmer Jack gazed on his wheat,
And feared the frost would nip it.
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'Rover, rover, cattle-drover, where go you to-day?'
I go to Cuppacumalomga, fifty miles away;
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Mrs Dibbs - Polly Dibbs,
Standing at a tub,
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Cackle and lay, cackle and lay!
How many eggs did you get to-day?
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Mr Jeremiah Jeffers
Owned a pair of spotted heifers
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Come, let us sing with a right good ring
(Sing hey for lifting lay, sing hey!)
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As I rode in to Burrumbeet,
I met a man with funny feet;
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Out across the spinifex, out across the sand,
Out across the saltbush to Never Never land
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Old Black Jacko
Smokes tobacco
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You are much too big to dandle,
And I will not leave the candle.
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Flippity-flop! Flippity-flop!
Here comes the butcher to bring us a chop
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'Excuse me if I sit on you,' the cup said to the saucer.
'I fear I've been here all the afternoon.'
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Upon the road to Rockabout
I came upon some sheep -
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Dreaming to-day in a forest green
Where the great gums rake the sky,
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There's a soft and peaceful feeling
Comes across the farming hand
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Hawkins wasn't in the swim at all in Dingo Flat,
And to bait him was our chiefest form of bliss;
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The little gipsy vi'lits, they wus peepin' thro' the green
As she come walkin' in the grass, me little wife, Doreen.
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It knocks me can in, this ere game uv life,
A bloke gets born, grows up, looks round fer fun,
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"Young friend!" . . . I tries to duck, but miss the bus.
'E sees me first, an' 'as me by the 'and.
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"Peter the 'Ermit was a 'oly bloke,"
The parson sez, "wot chivvied coves to war."
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The conq'rin' 'ero! Me? Yes, I don't think.
This mornin' when I catch the train fer 'ome,
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Women is strange. You take my tip; I'm wise.
I know enough to know I'll never know
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"I've seen so much uv dirt an' grime
I'm mad to 'ave things clean.
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Spare a bloom of blue, lady,
To adorn a bower.
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Gimme the town an' its clamour an' clutter;
I ain't very fond of the bush;
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