Then, as my tears could never bring
The friendly Phantom back,
Poor Tray charmant!
Poor Tray de mon Ami!
A man once read with mind surprised
Of the way that people were "hypnotised";
Excuse me, Sweetheart, if I smear,
With wisdom learnt from ancient teachers,
When my last long-beer has vanished and the truth is left unsaid;
When each sordid care is banished from my chair and from my bed,
We've got another mouth to feed,
From out our little store;
Gray eyes and gamboge hair!
One barmaid of "The Crown"!
The old man sat upon his swag his eyes were red and bleared. I doubt he’d had a wash for days or even combed his beard.
Three little birds in a row
Sat musing.
I'M now disposed to give a pretty tale;
Love laughs at what I've sworn and will prevail;
From the madding crowd they stand apart,
The maidens four and the Work of Art;
So now the Brands
Seek other lands;
Petrov: Hey, Kamarov, old chap!
Let's catch a few of these gnats!
Now ye gallant Sydney boys, who have left your household joys
To march across the sea in search of glory,
BY master Francis clearly 'tis expressed:
The folks of Papimania are blessed;
Underneath protected branches, from the highway just aloof;
Stands the house of Grand'ther Baldwin, with its gently sloping roof.
Mungojerrie and Rumpelteazer were a very notorious couple
of cats.
Women is strange. You take my tip; I'm wise.
I know enough to know I'll never know
Now the new chum loaded his three-nought-three,
It's a small-bore gun, but his hopes were big.
A farmer travelling with his load
Picked up a horseshoe in the road,
Bring me a quart of colonial beer
And some doughy damper to make good cheer,
'Twas to a small, up-country town,
When we were boys at school,
Oh, never let on to your own true love
That ever you drank a drop;
I trust my love for thee may expiate The many passions I have felt or feigned
Sweet, think how much the better it would be
If you thro' life should thus preserve your beauty.
Jellicle Cats come out tonight, Jellicle Cats come one come all:
PRONE, on my couch I calmly slept
Against my wont. A little child
FROM his shoulder Hiawatha
Took the camera of rosewood,
I believe there are few
But have heard of a Jew,
I do not love thee, Dr Fell, The reason why I cannot tell;
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