C J Dennis

Little Tommy Tadpole began to weep and wail,    For little Tommy Tadpole had lost his little tail;
And his mother didn't know him as he wept upon a log,    For he wasn't Tommy Tadpole, but Mr
Thomas Frog

Wot price ole Ginger Mick
'E's done a break -  Gone to the flamin' war to stoush the foe
Wus it fer glory, or a woman's sake
Ar, arst me somethin' easy

Wot's in a name
— she sez

Now,
Ma-til-der
Ain't cher dressed yet
I declare, the girl ain't up

Flippity-flop
Flippity-flop
Here comes the butcher to bring us a chop   Cantering, cantering down the wide street   On his little bay mare with the funny white feet;
Cantering, cantering out to the farm,

Fellers of Australier,  Blokes an' coves an' coots,
Shift yer —- carcases,  Move yer —- boots
Gird yer —- loins up,  Get yer —- gun,
Set the —- enermy  An' watch the blighters run

'Twas a long bush night; and the old hut light Shone out thro' the open
To flood the knees of the great bush trees And the scrub that grew before
And, as I dreamed where the firelight gleamed, And watched the long hours lag,
Came th...