Poems with rhymes of bag

When men grew shy of hunting stag,
For fear the Law might try 'em,
The Car put up an average bag

In as foul a rag:
I carry the sun in a golden cup.
The moon in a silver bag.

Man finder Folk — ja hele Lag,
Med Ordner baade for og bag,

All my connying bag,
Like a clerkly hag;

For hang me if I know of which you may most brag,
Your Quarto two-pounds, or your Two­penny Post Bag;

And watched the long hours lag,
Came there to my shack Kilkenny Jack
With his fiddle in its green baize bag.

So step up to the plate boys, start waving the flag
We'll be all draped with medals when it's all in the bag

I showed him how to roll his swag
And “sling it” with the best;
I gave him my old water-bag,

Never had he faltered beneath a heavy bag
Big, Jack, the lumper, never known to sag.

Oh, Sultan, oh, Sultan, though oft for the bag
And the bowstring, like thee, I am tempted to call --
Though drowning's too good for each blue-stocking hag,

It was Peter the Barbarian put an apron in his bag
And rolled up the honoured bundle that Australians call a swag;

Seeker, what do you keep in your bag
Set up a trap, if bait you drag

Old Eldon and his sordid hag
In molten gold we'll smother,
And stifle in his own green bag

Or with the mummers mug and gag?
For nix, for nix the dibbs you bag!

And the withered Lapland hag,
Seal, with muttered spell, her bag:

Into an old bag
Carrying a soiled name.
Parch then; be roughened; sag;

His resolution flag;
He cherishes a length of hair,
And tucks it in a bag.

We've travelled per Joe Gardiner, a humping of our swag
In the country of the Gidgee and Belar.
We've swum the Di'mantina with our raiment in a bag,

And they be these: the wood, the weed, the wag.
The wood is that which makes the gallow tree;
The weed is that which strings the hangman's bag;

And each one made his swag
With Johnnie’s moleskins, ev’ry pair,
Included in the bag.