Now this is the ballad of Jeremy Jones, And likewise of Bobadil Brown, Of the Snooks and the Snaggers and Macs and Malones, And Diggle and Daggle and Down.…
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis, better known as C. J. Dennis, was an Australian poet known for his humorous poems, especially "The Songs of a Sentimental Bloke", published in the early 20th century. Though Dennis's work is less well known today, his 1916 publication of The Sentimental Bloke sold 65,000 copies in its first year, and by 1917 he was the most prosperous poet in Australian history. Together with Banjo Paterson and Henry Lawson, both of whom he collaborated with, he is often considered among Australia's three most famous poets. When he died at the age of 61, the Prime Minister of Australia Joseph Lyons suggested he was destined to be remembered as the "Australian Robert Burns". Biography C. J. Dennis was born in Auburn, South Australia. His father owned hotels in Auburn, and then later in Gladstone and Laura. His mother suffered ill health, so Clarrie (as he was known) was raised initially by his great-aunts, then went away to school, Christian Brothers College, Adelaide as a teenager. At the age of 19 he was employed as a solicitor's clerk. It was while he was working in this job that, like banker's clerk Banjo Paterson before him, his first poem was published. He later went on to publish in The Bulletin. C. J. Dennis is buried in Box Hill Cemetery, Melbourne. The Box Hill Historical Society have attached a commemorative plaque to the gravestone. Dennis is also commemorated with a plaque on Circular Quay in Sydney which forms part of the NSW Ministry for the Arts - Writers Walk series, and by a bust outside the town hall of the town of Laura.)
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Sweet, think how much the better it would be If you thro' life should thus preserve your beauty. It really doesn't matter much to me; But don't you think you owe the world a duty,…
'He's blind,' we say. Then turn aside Upon our way, again to view Familiar things - some prospect wide, Some olden scene for ever new.…
Yes!!! So we will Throw care away, If for no other reason than that 'twill Delight our brother.…
The sun burns hotly thro' the gums As down the road old Rogan comes The hatter from the lonely hut Beside the track to Woollybutt.…
I've never had much truck with kings (Said old George Jones). For all my days My lot's been cast 'mid common thngs, My path has run by humble ways.…
Trouble brews along the border for the word has got around That blokes an' coves an' coots must mind their tongues; Out about the long dry stages Where the willie-willie rages…
Where have the old accorjins gone? I was askin' the coves at the Show; Matt from the Mallee an' Dandenong Don, An' a score of the fellers I know…
Now, a man in Oodnadatta He grew fat, and he grew fatter, Though he hardly had a thing to eat for dinner; While a man in Booboorowie…
There on the quay sobbed Bones, A.B., And he took me by the hand. Says he to me, 'I've quit the sea An' I'm huntin' a berth on land.…
My dear, I'm awful shorry 'Bout gettin' home sho late. I orra been in hoursh ago; But you know how I hate…
We didn't like the bo'sun's mate (Yo, 'eave ho! an' a bottle o' lemonade or somethin' soft, Miss). Becos 'is dile filled us wiv 'ate (Yo, 'eave ho! An' a bottle o' near-beer, or so…
It is truly as lucid as lucid can be; It is plain as the nose on your face Though the tactics may be a disgrace, don't you see, The tactician is not a disgrace.…
Say you have some great objective. Very well. Be calm, reflective; Make no vulgar show of vigor; 'tisn't good. Do not rush the thing directly;…
'My oath!' the Duchess sez. 'You'd not ixpect Sich things as that. Yeh don't mean kangaroos? Go hon!' she sez, or words to that effect -- (It's 'ard to imitate the speech they use)…
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