• Come show thy Durham Breast

    To her who loves thee best,

    Delicious Robin —

    And if it be not me

    At least within my Tree

    Do the avowing —

    Thy Nuptial so minute

    Perhaps is more astute

    Than vaster suing —

    For so to soar away

    Is our propensity

    The Day...

  • Come slowly - Eden!

    Lips unused to Thee -

    Bashful - sip they Jessamines -

    as the fainting Bee -

    Reaching late his flower,

    Round her chamber hums -

    Counts his nectars -

    Enters - and is lost in Balms.

  • As I pondered very weary o'er a volume long and dreary --

    For the plot was void of interest; 'twas the Postal Guide, in fact --

    There I learnt the true location, distance, size and population

    Of each township, town, and village in the radius of the Act.


    And I learnt that Puckawidgee stands beside the Murrumbidgee,
    ...

  • O, Jenny's a' weet, poor body,

    Jenny's seldom dry:

    She draigl't a' her petticoatie,

    Comin thro' the rye!


    Chorus:

    Comin thro' the rye, poor body,

    Comin thro' the rye,

    She draigl't a' her petticoatie,

    Comin thro' the rye!


    Gin a body meet a body

    ...

  • Our hero was a Tommy with a conscience free from care,

    And such an open countenance that when he breathed the air

    He mopped up all the atmosphere—so little went to spare

    You could hardly say he breathed, he "commandeered" it.


    For nowadays you'll notice when a man is "on the make",

    And other people's property...

  • It is a common fate—a woman's lot—

          To waste on one the riches of her soul,

    Who takes the wealth she gives him, but cannot

          Repay the interest, and much less the whole.


    As I look up into your eyes and wait

          For some response to my fond gaze and touch,

    It seems to me there is no...



  • Tell me thou all pervading mind,
    When I this life forsake,

    Must ev'ry tender tie unbind,
    Each sweet connection break?


    How shall I leave thee, oh!...

  • For my first twenty years, since yesterday,
    I scarce believed thou couldst be gone away;

    For forty more I fed on favours past,
    And forty on hopes that thou wouldst they might last;

    Tears drown'd one hundred, and sighs blew out two;...

  • Conferring with myself

    My stranger disappeared

    Though first upon a berry fat

    Miraculously fared

    How paltry looked my cares

    My practise how absurd

    Superfluous my whole career

    Beside this travelling Bird