Winter Rhapsody By Clarence Michael James St

Winter Rhapsody Winter has come; and tardily Now little nipping winds are rife Where laggard leaves, on many a tree, Still cling tenaciously to life….

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Thistledown By Clarence Michael James St

Thistledown She danced thro’ life as light as thistledown, The grace of Columbine, charm of Pierette, These, and that blithesome quality of thistledown, With memory…

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The Siren By Clarence Michael James St

The Siren She sung a song; an’ I sat silent there, Wiv bofe ‘ands grippin’ ‘ard on me chair; Me ‘eart, that yesterdee I thort…

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The Milk Billy By Clarence Michael James St

The Milk Billy So nice it is of you to call . . . Yes; Monday week we done it; Right ‘igh-clarse weddin’ – church…

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The Land Down-Under By Clarence Michael James St

The Land Down-Under At Slumberton-on-Slow, When the rustics gather round To quaff their ale, they hear a tale That wakens doubt profound A wild, wild…

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The Growth Of Sym By Clarence Michael James St

The Growth Of Sym Now Sym was a Glug; and ’tis mentioned so That the tale reads perfectly plain as we go. In his veins…

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The Eastern Shrike-Tit By Clarence Michael James St

The Eastern Shrike-Tit I am brightly alert and exceedingly pert, And my livery’s easily seen; With a bright golden breast and a black-and-white crest, And…

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The Censor By Clarence Michael James St

The Censor The Censor sits behind his desk, And smiles a censored smile; His great, blue pencil hovers o’er Some masterpiece awhile, Then swoops –…

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The Band By Clarence Michael James St

The Band Hey, there! Listen awhile! Listen awhile, and come. Down in the street there are marching feet, and I hear the beat of a…

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Sawin’ Wood By Clarence Michael James St

Sawin’ Wood I wondered wot was doin’. First I seen Ole Missus Flood wave signals to Doreen. I’m in the paddick slashin’ down some ferns;…

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Old Town Types No.2 – Red Matt By Clarence Michael James St

Old Town Types No.2 – Red Matt He gleaned all the gossip and he gathered all the news, Mad Matt, the carrier, delivering the grub;…

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My Scenario By Clarence Michael James St

My Scenario Oh, I’ve got a lovely story that I’ve thought out all myself. It will make a gorgeous picture, I am sure. (Mind, it…

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Logic And Spotted Dog By Clarence Michael James St

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! –…

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Jim By Clarence Michael James St

Jim ‘Now, be the Hokey Fly!’ sez Peter Begg. ‘Suppose ‘e comes ‘ome with a wooden leg. Suppose ‘e isn’t fit to darnce at all,…

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Hoch Der Hausfrau! By Clarence Michael James St

Hoch Der Hausfrau! Back to the kicthen, mein Gretchen! Back to the scullery, frau! You have dreamed your brief hour of a matriarch’s pow’r: But…

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Gentlemen! By Clarence Michael James St

Gentlemen! Gentlemen! a politician, One who values his position, Stands, with easy confidence, Here before you on the fence. For he knows full well, good…

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‘Eats’ By Clarence Michael James St

‘Eats’ When Willie gets a penny piece Straight to the lollie-shop he flies, And, heartened by his wealth’s increase, Reviews the stock with bulging eyes….

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Country Roads ~ Pretty Sally By Clarence Michael James St

Country Roads ~ Pretty Sally The diggers came from Bendigo, From Albury the drovers, From where the Goulburn waters flow Came bearded teamsters travelling slow….

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Bright By Clarence Michael James St

Bright Where Feathertop frowns thro’ the winter scud, Where Buffalo broods on high, Dwells she, a lass of royal blood, And a sparkle lights her…

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Ballad Of Bopard Defied By Clarence Michael James St

Ballad Of Bopard Defied As I came to a playing-field on happy summer day Two strudy youths I did espy; at cricket they did play….

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Aldermen And Antirrhinum By Clarence Michael James St

Aldermen And Antirrhinum I walked out with an alderman, all on a bright spring day. He was an august alderman, and much had he to…

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A Holy War By Clarence Michael James St

A Holy War ‘Young friend!’ . . . I tries to duck, but miss the bus. ‘E sees me first, an’ ‘as me by the…

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A Deep Sea Chantey By Clarence Michael James St

A Deep Sea Chantey We didn’t like the bo’sun’s mate (Yo, ‘eave ho! an’ a bottle o’ lemonade or somethin’ soft, Miss). Becos ‘is dile…

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We Mean To Say By Clarence Michael James St

We Mean To Say We mean to say, it never has been granted That anyone but England could decide, In the crease or at the…

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The Wobblers By Clarence Michael James St

The Wobblers When the scheming Fusion few Sought to snare the Lib’ral crew, It was plain for all to view That they wobbled. And when…

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The Roads’ End By Clarence Michael James St

The Roads’ End Old Ben, the pensioner, is going down to die. Huddled in the mail-car, he turns a wistful eye On this familiar forest…

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The Madman By Clarence Michael James St

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…

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The Intro By Clarence Michael James St

The Intro ‘Er name’s Doreen …Well, spare me bloomin’ days! You could er knocked me down wiv ‘arf a brick! Yes, me, that kids meself…

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The Genesis Of Gloom [australian Variety] By Clarence Michael James St

The Genesis Of Gloom [australian Variety] Once upon a time, in days remote, A politician bought a vote. The price he paid is not quite…

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The Dinkum Aussie Block By Clarence Michael James St

The Dinkum Aussie Block What have we missed? Now he returns no more We are left with but our blindness to deplore, But, concentrating on…

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The Builders By Clarence Michael James St

The Builders Behold, I built a fowlhouse in my yard! Two months agone the great work was begun, And ev’ry eventide I labored hard, What…

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The Anonymous Altruist By Clarence Michael James St

The Anonymous Altruist A mysterious cove in the Customs The boss, so to speak, of the Ban I have blamed a good deal; But I…

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Playtime By Clarence Michael James St

Playtime Brothers! (I address myself to that chosen few – which includes you, My dear reader – who Are men of understanding, bright intellect and…

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Old Town Types No. 21 – Mr Woolin-Wister By Clarence Michael James St

Old Town Types No. 21 – Mr Woolin-Wister Mr Woolin-Wister was assistant at the store, He had an air of breeding, and the kind of…

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Mr Fitzmickle Has A Test Match Fright By Clarence Michael James St

Mr Fitzmickle Has A Test Match Fright Mr Fitzmickle, the martinet, Stern lord of his house and kin, Is a small, bald man, and a…

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Last Verse By Clarence Michael James St

Last Verse Now a stream may be a lady, Or a gentleman serene, Who, by sunlit ways and shady, Graces many a sylvan scene, But…

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Inevitable By Clarence Michael James St

Inevitable At the beginning of the week A strictly rigid path I seek, And vow the only state for me, In finance, is stability; I…

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Hakim Kahn By Clarence Michael James St

Hakim Kahn When first I found this forest place More years ago than I can tell, I met a man of alien race And came…

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French Leave By Clarence Michael James St

French Leave No longer wilful woman hides Behind a law that over-rides The dicta of her lawful lord and master. And, they who fain would…

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Doreen By Clarence Michael James St

Doreen ‘I wish’t yeh menat it, Bill.’ Oh, ‘ow me ‘eart Went out to ‘er that evnin’ on the beach. I knew she weren’t no…

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Conducted Tour By Clarence Michael James St

Conducted Tour Walk up! Walk up to the Bureaucratic Fair! All the tasters and the testers and the tallymen are there. All the freaks and…

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Bobbie By Clarence Michael James St

Bobbie Gin you’re gangin’ doon the city Come next Sabbath afternoon, An’ you’ll catch a glimpse o’ Tartan An’ you’ll hear a skirlin’ tune; An’…

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Art Is Long – Hair Is Shorter By Clarence Michael James St

Art Is Long – Hair Is Shorter When artists wore a flowing mane, Then, in a sentimental vein, With pastorals they lured the eye, Or…

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A War March By Clarence Michael James St

A War March Ow! Wow! Wow! (Funeral note sustained by flutes, suggesting a long-bodied, short-legged, large-headed dog in anguish.) Ow! Wow! We are the people…

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A Fair Risk By Clarence Michael James St

A Fair Risk Rashly I shot an arrow in the air, And, as my shaft into the zenith sped, I knew ’twas bound to fall…

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A Ballad For Elderly Kids By Clarence Michael James St

A Ballad For Elderly Kids Now this is the ballad of Jeremy Jones, And likewise of Bobadil Brown, Of the Snooks and the Snaggers and…

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Waiting By Clarence Michael James St

Waiting Oh, how I love the fine old chap Who sits upon my left at meals, And drops his cabbage, in my lap From swooping…

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The Traveller By Clarence Michael James St

The Traveller As I rode in to Burrumbeet, I met a man with funny feet; And, when I paused to ask him why His feet…

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The Oil From Bill Shane By Clarence Michael James St

The Oil From Bill Shane I got the oil: too right. A cove called Shane. Yes; ole Bill Shane. You’ve ‘eard of ‘im, of course….

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The Long Road Home By Clarence Michael James St

The Long Road Home When I go back from Billy’s place I always have to roam The mazy road, the crazy road that leads the…

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The Hulk By Clarence Michael James St

The Hulk Now, ‘ere’s my tip Fer the Fusion ship, An’ I tells it straight an’ square. I’m a rare old tar As nigh an’…

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The Faithless Fantods By Clarence Michael James St

The Faithless Fantods Bill Barcoo was a station ‘and – ‘e was a station ‘and, And grafted all the year like Pharaoh’s Jews. But all…

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The Crusaders By Clarence Michael James St

The Crusaders ‘Peter the ‘Ermit was a ‘oly bloke,’ The parson sez, ‘wot chivvied coves to war.’ ‘Too right,’ I chips. ‘I’ve ‘eard that yarn…

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The Blue Kingfisher By Clarence Michael James St

The Blue Kingfisher Where the little river gleaming Thro’ its shadows green and cool Broadens to the quiet dreaming Of a little shady pool; There…

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‘Stone The Crows’ By Clarence Michael James St

‘Stone The Crows’ ‘Why stone the crows!’ ‘e sez. ‘I like ‘er style, But alwiz, some’ow, women ‘ave appeared Set fer to ‘old me orf…

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One Happy Man By Clarence Michael James St

One Happy Man Today I met a happy man Greeting the glad new year. About his face the sunbeams ran And danced, as straightaway he…

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Old Pete Parraday By Clarence Michael James St

Old Pete Parraday Old Pete Paraday, his mind works very slow; But, when it fastens on a thoughts, he will not let it go. He…

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Mallee Wife By Clarence Michael James St

Mallee Wife Home’s best (she said), and the tale Of the hungering soil and the flail Of the sun and the shuddering threat Of the…

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Jones M.P. By Clarence Michael James St

Jones M.P. It was thus in the beginning: With a sporting chance of winning, Jones contested an election years ago. He was young, enthusiastic, and…

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If Cohen Would By Clarence Michael James St

If Cohen Would O, Cohen, hear our song of sentiment! Withdraw thy sordid thoughts from cent. per cent., And, for, the sake of Empire, gentle…

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