BEDFORD, RANDOLPH

BEDFORD, RANDOLPH – The Prize Poem

For we have here a beautiful land that none could e’er knock down,
The brightest jewel that ever was known in dear old George’s crown;
The brightest jewel that ever was known and never can be a failure.
Although the damn Labor party is doing its best to ruin Australia…

BEDFORD, RANDOLPH - The Prize Poem

BEDFORD, RANDOLPH – Naught to Thirty-three

Never was a continent naturally so clean, and made so dirty, as Australia. There was not an animal pest, scarcely a vegetable pest; fools and the old world supplied them all.

BEDFORD, RANDOLPH - Naught to Thirty-three