I 'ad been bushed in city streets, | The Broken Sanctuary | Herald 1922 | RV |
I am last in the whole world wide, | Lay of the Last Monkey | Sun 1927 |
I 'ave written Mick a letter in reply to one uv 'is, | A Letter to the Front | The Moods of Ginger Mick |
I can conceive no heav'nly bliss | The Weary Philosopher | Bulletin 1912 |
I cried unto my love the other morning | A Spring Idyll | Herald 1933 |
I detest the Carrion Crow! | Bird Song (Crow) | A Book for Kids |
I don't know what's come to the summer | Week-ends | Herald 1931 |
I gives 'em lip at the big front door | The Secret Mendicant | Herald 1931 |
"I got no time fer wasters, lad," sez 'e, | Uncle Jim | The Sentimental Bloke |
I got so down to it last night, | Old Bob Blair | Jim of the Hills |
I got the oil: too right! A cove called Shane. | The Oil from Bill Shane | Herald 1933 |
I hear them speak of a Fed'ral site | The Capital Site | The Bulletin 1910 |
I knew a policeman once - | Billy's Policeman | Herald 1933 |
I knew a poor remittance man, | The Mercenary View | Herald 1931 |
I knew an old philanthropist, a farming man was he, | Dad's Philanthropic Plan | The Bulletin 1909 |
I know I'm dull. I know I got a brain | The Also-Ran | Rose of Spadgers |
I met a lonely Labor man, | The Castaway | Herald 1931 |
I metabloke in Collun-street - | The Lingothatweuze | The Bulletin 1910 |
I nearly fell fair in my tracks. | The Wooer | Jim of the Hills |
I only own a crystal set | "Pure Dutch" | Sun 1927 |
I seldom get to hatin' men, nor had much cause to hate; | Murray's Ride | Jim of the Hills |
I suspect the Kookaburra, | Bird Song (Kookaburra) | A Book for Kids |
I think a great deal too much fuss | "John T" | Herald 1931 |
I think myself, if given the chance, | Plain Politics: The Amateur Banker | Herald 1931 |
I venerate economists | Another Economic Riddle | Herald 1931 | RV |
"I wash me 'ands uv 'im," I tells 'em straight. | Half a Man | Digger Smith |
"I wish't yeh meant it, Bill." Oh, 'ow me 'eart | Doreen | The Sentimental Bloke |
I wonder what the Jacks have got to laugh and laugh about. | I Wonder | A Book for Kids |
I wondered wot was doin'. First I seen | Sawin' Wood | Digger Smith |
I was standin' by the winder. Listen 'ere, | The Tactless Wife | Herald 1933 |
I wus pickin' gipsy vi'lits fer to try an' square Doreen. | Vi'lits | Doreen |
I'd like to be a baker, and come when morning breaks, | The Baker | A Book for Kids |
I'd like to be a barber, and learn to shave and clip, | The Barber | A Book for Kids |
I'd like to be a pieman, and ring a little bell, | The Pieman | A Book for Kids |
I'd like to be a porter, and always on the run, | The Porter | A Book for Kids |
I'd like to be a postman, and walk along the street, | The Postman | A Book for Kids |
I'd like to be a sailor - a sailor bold and bluff - | The Sailor | A Book for Kids |
I'd like to be a teacher, and have a clever brain, | The Teacher | A Book for Kids |
"If I'd 'a' played me Jack on that there Ten" | Dummy Bridge | Digger Smith |
If, some day, you should find me, cold and stark - | The Alternative | The Bulletin |
If Stanley were what Stanley seems | Stanley | Herald 1931 |
If the cricket critics' nagging | The Wicket Cricket Critic | Herald 1933 |
If you are stopped, just as the gate is closing, | Please, Passenger, Forbear | Herald 1922 |
(I'm | Dust | Herald 1922 |
I'm standin' at the corner uv the Lane - | Nocturne | Rose of Spadgers |
In Lady Lusher's drawing-room, where float the strains of Brahms, | The Martyred Democrat | Backblock Ballads and Other Verses |
In our street, the main street | Our Street | A Book for Kids |
Is all Australia's honor in his keeping, | Who is He, Anyhow? | Herald 1931 |
Is it the dawn of a Golden Age | The Golden Age | Herald 1931 |
It chanced one day, in the middle of May, | Ogs | The Glugs of Gosh |
It is truly as lucid as lucid can be; | A Different Meaning | The Bulletin 1909 |
It is written: On the road between Jerusalem of old | On the Road to Jericho | The Bulletin 1909 |
It knocks me can in, this ere game uv life, | The Faltering Knight | Rose of Spadgers |
It was an actor, seedy, sad, | His Bread and His art | The Bulletin 1910 |
It was thus in the beginning: With a sporting chance of winning, | "Jones, M.P." | The Bulletin 1909 |
It's human nature for a bashful bloke | Flames | Jim of the Hills |
"It's the dummy wot done it," said Bleary Bill. | The Deadly Dummy | Sun 1927 |
It's the very fust time in me life | His Past Career | The Bulletin 1910 |
It was n't kid stakes. I 'ad no crook lurk | Termarter Sorce | Rose of Spadgers |
I've been watching them for weeks; | The Pondering Punter | Herald 1933 |
I've crawled; I've eaten dirt; I've lied a treat; | Introduction | Rose of Spadgers |
I've knowed ole Flood this last five year or more; | Dad | Digger Smith |
I've lived a rather careless life, | An Epitaph | Sun 1927 |
I've never met a man who hated dogs.... | Dogs | Herald 1922 |
I've seen so much uv dirt an' grime | West | Digger Smith |