You may talk of stylish raiment,
You may boast your broadcloth fine,
This is the tale that was told- to me,
By a battered and shattered son of the sea-
Der ain't no use in sayin' de Lawd won't answer prah; If you knows how to ax Him, I knows He's bound to heah.
Reader, I was born, and cried;
I crack'd, I smelt, and so I died.
Now McEvoy was altar-boy
As long as I remember;
A duck once met a porcupine ; they formed a corporation Which called itself a Porcuduck ( a beastly conjugation ! ).
Morgan the drover explained,
As he drank from his battered quart-pot,
The sun strikes down with a blinding glare;
The skies are blue and the plains are wide,
I ain't a timid man at all, I'm just as brave as most,
I'll take my chance in open fight and die beside my post;
IN Eastern climes, by means considered new;
The Mount's old-man, with terrors would pursue;
Of all the sickly forms of verse,
Commend me to the triolet.
'Twas Driver Smith of Battery A was anxious to see a fight;
He thought of the Transvaal all the day, he thought of it all the night
When with the courage lent me by thy smile, I laid my hands upon thy sacred form,
I know a wonderful land, I said,
Where the skies are always blue,
Says Tom to Jack, 'tis very odd,
These representatives of God,
'The play's the thing!'-- Hamlet.
Tavistock Hotel, Nov. 1839.
She never had a diamond
To grace her small left hand,
At the Cubist Exhibition The Messed Damozel leaned out
How hard, when those who do not wish To lend, that's lose, their books,
Weary and listless, sad and slow,
Without any conversation,
No sprouted wheat and soya shoots
And Brussels in a cake,
I can pass up the lure of a jewel to wear
With never the trace of a sigh,
TO serve the shop as 'prentice was the lot;
Of one who had the name of Nicaise got;
Now, Ma-til-der! Ain't cher dressed yet? I declare, the girl ain't up!
Last as ushul. Move yerself, you sleepy'-ead!
The other night while we lay musing, and our weary brain confusing o'er the topics of the day, Suddenly we heard a rattling, as of se
You've read of several kinds of Cat,
And my opinion now is that
Oh! the circus swooped down
On the Narrabri town,
'Ow can it rain.' the old man said, 'with things the way they are?
You've got to learn off ant and bee, and jackass and galah;
Well, I've waited mighty patient while they all came rolling in,
Mister Lawson, Mister Dyson, and the others of their kin,
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