Below is the raw OCR of Randwick 'Old Wicks' Song Book.
If you wish to verify the text below, please download the
PDF of the
scanned pages.
RANDWICK 'OLD-W3C2CS'
' SOMG BOOSC
LONDON TOOK ■ ■
CONTENTS
%: S
Advance Australia Fair ■• ,
1
Tour Song '' - > :
2
Waltzing Matilda - % . t
3
S Still Call Australia Home \ 4 '
Duncan ,,, . '.5
Along The Road To Gundagai \ ■ ■ : 7
Aeroplane Jelly Song
._ 7
' A Pub With No Beer ' ' ' 8
Botany Bay -''. ,9
We're Happy' Little Vegemites r _ f,)Q
The Wild Colonial Boy .,,-11
Tipperary
13
Tenterfield Saddler
14
Our Don Bradman
15
Have You Ever Benn To See King's Cross
.16
Mademoiselle From Armentieres
1.7'
Tie Me Kangaroo Down,'Sport ^ 19"
Red-bak On The Toilet Seat
21.
Roil Out The Barrel
. 22
The Man From Snowy River
23
A Brown Slouch Hat
25"
The Goondiwindi Grey l - 26
My Country
27
Click Go The Shears
29
Clancy Of The Overflow
30 .
auj;ralians all et us rejoice,
lc; we are jouai; and free;
./fi've roldoxi soil ana wealth ;or toil,
jut none io ^irt by sea«
Jur Ian 3 abounds in mtares /*ifts
uf beauty rich aao raro,
-n nistory'b ja<;e, let every stage
advance xuetral^a fair.
in joyful ccram'. tr*er let ur oing,
^dvanci nuctralia fair.
Deneath our radiant ooutnern ^ross
We'll toil with hearts and hands,
no ^ake this Corr?onv/calth of ours
^nouned of ill tie la:.u\
-r or zaoz^ v/no've :one ac>*o3s the seas
ne*vc jouailcss "ian^ to jaare^
<ith cci<ra~e let ac all corrbjno
xn uavarse .rjjtrcdi x i^r.
-n ]oyful j.ra:aj r iila lc: u^ u'! ^,
'T/° cr« wocralu rair,
1.
TOUR SONG
Randwick Randwick long live
• that glorious names
Randwick Randwick that's where
they play the game.
And when the-tour is over
And home again we111 be,
There111 live one name on the
scroll of fame9
That's Randwick green,, green9 green.
2.
WALTZING MATILDA.
Once a jolly swagman camped by a billabong?
Under the shade of a coolibah tree',
And he sang as he watched and waited till his billy boiled ^
Ion'11 come a Waltzing Matilda with me,
Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda,,
Ioufll come a Waltzing Matilda with me,
And he sang as he watched and waited till his billy boiled,
You111 come a Waltzing Matilda with me»
Down came a jumbuck to drink at the billabong,
Up jumped the swagman and grabbed him with glee,
And he sang as he shoved that jumbuck in his tuckerbag
You111 come a waltzing Matilda with raea
Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda,
You111 come a waltzing Matilda with me,
And he sang as he shoved that jurabuck in his tuckerbag
You111 come a waltzing Matilda with me„
Up rode the squatter mounted on his thoroughbred,
Down came the troopers, one two, three,
Whose is that jolly lumbuck you've got in your tuckerbag
You'll come a waltzing Matilda with me*
Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda,
Yousll come a waltzing Matilda with me,
whose is that jolly jumbuck you've got in your tuckerbag
You111 come a waltzing Matilda with me.
Up jumped the swagman, sprang into the billabong,
You111 never catch me alive said he,
And his ghost may be heard as you pass by that billabong
You111 come a waltzing Matilda with m3„
Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda,
You'll come a waltzing Matilda with me,
And his ghost may be heard as you pass by that billabong
You'll come a waltzing Matilda with rne»
3»
1 STILL GALL AUSTRALIA HOM^.
lfve been to cities that never close down,,
Fro® New York.to Hi© and old London town?
But no-natter hpw-f ar or hovr wide 1 roam,
i still call Australia koae#
I9a always trav'lin'9
1 low® b^isg fpe@9
And so 1 tegp leaving the sun and the sea,
But my hs^i li«s waiting*• • .ofer the foam,
1 still C&F3. iteiBtraHia home®
All the src&s as4 -daogbters spinning 'round the world,
Away from their £asr*ly and friends,
But as the world gets older and colder and colder,
It's good to loiow where your journey ends-
Bat someday**re'JH all be together once more,
When all of "the- ships some back to the shore f
1 realise, ^something I've always known,
1 still call'Australia home®
But no matter*[ %&m far. or how wide 1 roam,
1 still call Australia, I still call Australia,
1 still^eall Australia home*
4.
DUNCAN.
I love to have a beer with Duncan,
I love to have a beer with Duncf
We drink in moderation
And we never, ever,ever get rolling drunk*
We drink at the "Town and Country"
Where the atmosphere is great,
I love to have a beer with Duncan
9 Cause Duncan's me mate.Yeah!
I love to have a beer with Colin,
I love to have a beer with Col,
We drink in moderation
And it doesn't really matter if he
brings his doll.
We drink at the "Town and Country"
Where the atmosphere is great,
I love to have a beer with Colin
sCause Colin?s me mate.
I love to have a beer with Kevin, oh
I love to have a beer with Kev,
We drink in moderation
And he drives me home in the big old Chev.
We drink at the "Town and Country"
Where the atmosphere is great,
I love to have a beer with Kevin
1 Cause Kevin's me mate.
5.
I love to have a beer with Patrick1
I love to have a beer with Pat,
We drink in moderation
And it really wouldn't matter if the beer was flat,
We drink at ^he "Town and Country"
Where the atmosphere is great,
I love to have a beer with Patrick
1 Cause Patrick1s me mate*
I love to have a beer with Robert,
I love to have a beer with Bob,
We drink in moderation
Just one more and back on the job*
We drink at the "Town and Country"
Where the atmosphere is great,
I love to have a beer with Robert
1 Cause Robert's me mate®
I love to have a beer with Duncan, oh
I love to have a beer with Dune,
We drink in moderation
And we never, ever, ever get rolling drunk,
We drink at the "Town and Country"
Where the atmosphere is great,
I love to have a beer with Duncan
'Cause Duncan's me mate*
6.
Therefs a track winding back
To an old-fashioned shack
Along the road to Gundagai-———— <.
Where the blue gums are growing
And the Murrumbidgee's fiowimg
Beneath the sunnj sky-——»
Where my daddy and mother
Are waiting for He
And the pals of my childhood
Once more 1 will see©
Then no more will 1 roam9
When J8m heading right for home
Along the road to Gundagaio
AEROPLANE JELLY SONG
1 like Aeroplane Jelly...Aeroplane Jelly
for me,
1 like it for dinner9 1 like it for tea3
A little each day is a good recipe.
Th-e quality's high as the name will imply•
And it's made from pure fruits, one more
good reason why
I like Aeroplane Jelly...Aeroplane Jelly
for me,
7.
A PUB WITH NO BKBH.
It?s so lonesome away fron your kindred and all,
By the campfire at night where the wild dingoes call,
But there9s nothing as lonesome, so morbid and drearf
Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer,,
How the publicans anxious for the quota to come,
There3s a far-away look on the face of a "bum",
The maids gone all cranky and the cooks acting queer,
What a terrible place is the pub with no beer!
Then the stockman rides up with his dry dusty throat,
He breasts up to the bar, pulls a wad from his coat,
But the smile on his face quickly turns to a sneer
When the bar-man says sadly, "the pubs got no beer!"
Then the swaggie comes in smothered in dust and flies,
He throws down his roll, rubs the sweat from his eyesf
But when he is told, he says, "What's this I hear?
I?f® trudged fifty flamin9 miles to a pub with no beer!"
There's a dog on the vfrandah, for his master he'waits,
But the boss is inside drinking wine with his mates,
He hurries for cover and cringes with fear,
It's no place for a dog round a pub with no beer!
Old Billy the blacksmith, the first time in his life,
Has gone home cold soberf to his darling wife,
He walks in the kitchen, she says, "You9re early my dear,"
But h® breaks down and tells her, "The pub18 got no beer!"
8.
BOTANY BAY.
Farewell to old England forever,
Farewell to my rum culls as well;
Farewell, to the well known Old-Bailey,
Where I used t© cut such a swell®
Chorus:
Singing too-ral li-ooral li-ad-dity
Singing too-ral li-ooral li-ay;
Singing too-ral li-ooral. li-ad-dity
Singing too-ral li-ooral li-ay-.
There's the Captain as is our ■Commander,
There1s the bo'sun and all th ships crew,
There?s the first and the second-class passengers,
Knows what we poor convicts go through*
1 Taint leaving old England we cares about,
1 Taint cos we miss pals what we knows,
But becos all we light-fingered gentry
Hops around with a log on our toes®
For seven long years Ifll be staying here,
For seven long years and a day,
For meeting a cove in an area
And taking his ticker away*
Oh, had I the wings of a turtle-dove!
Ifd soar on my pinions so high,
Slap bang to the arms of ray Polly love,
And in her sweet presence Ifd die®
Now, all my young Bookies and Duchesses,
Take warning from what I've to say,
Mind all is your own that you touchesses,
Or you111 find us in Botany Bay®
9.
WEfRE HAPPY LITTLE 7EGEMITES
We?re happy little vegemitesf
as bright as bright can be?
We all enjoy our vegemite for breakfast,
lunch! and tea,
Our Mummy says we're, growing stronger
every single week?
Because we love our vegemitef we all
adore our vegemite...
It puts a rose in every cheek®
ROVER NO MORE.
Ifve been a rover this many a year;
I spent my money on whisky and beer*
But now I111 give over, my money and store,
And I111 play the wild rover, wild rover no more,
CHORUS
Nay, no, never! never no morel
I shall play the wild rover, wild rover no more,
I went to a shanty I used to frequent,
And I told the landlady my money was spent.
I asked her for credit, she answered me "Nay,
Such custom as yours I can get any day,"
- Then out of my pocket I drew sovereigns so bright;
The landlady opened her eyes at the sight!
She said "I have whisky and wines of the best,
For the things I was saying were only in jest."
I'll go to my parents, tell them what I've done,
And beg them to pardon their prodigal son;
And if they forgive me as theyfve always done before,
I shall play the wild rover, wild rover no more.
10.
THE WILD COLONIAL BOY.
There was a Wild Colonial Boyf
Jack Doolan was his name9
Of poor and honest parents
He was born in Castlemaine*
He Mas his fathers1 only hopef
His ©other9s pride and joy
And dearly did his parents lowe
Th® Wild Colonial Boy®
Chorus?
So come away me hearties
We!ll roam the mountains highs
Together we will plunder
And together we will die#
We111 scour along the ¥alleys
And we111 gallop ofer the plainsf
And scorn to live in slaveryf
Bound down by iron chains•
At the age of sixteen years
He left his.native home
And to Australia18 sunny shoresf
A bushranger did roam.
They put him in the iron gang
In the government employf
But ne?er an iron on earth could hold
The Wild Colonial Boy#
n.
In !61 this daring youth
Coppenced his wild career,
With a heart that knew no danger
And no foeman did he fear@
He stuck up the Beechworth mail coach
And robbed Judge Macoboy
Who, trembling cold? gave up his gold
To The Wild Colonial Boy.
He bade the Judge good morning
And told him to bewaref
That hefd never rob a needy man
Or one who acted squaref
But a Judge whofd rob a mother
Of her one and only joy
Suref he must be a worse outlaw than
Tkan The Mild Colonial Boy
One day as Jack was riding
The mountainside alongf
A-listening to the little birdsf
There happy laughing song*
Three mounted troopers came alongf
Kelly, Davis and Fitzroy
With a warrant for the capture of
The Wild Colonial Boy«
12.
"Surrender now! Jack Doolan^
For you see itfe three to one;
Surrender in the Queen's own naae. .
You are a highwayman®"
Jack drew a pistol from his belt
And waved it like a toy,
"I111 fightf but not surrender/1 cried
The Wild Colonial Boy*
He fired at trooper Kelly
And brought him to the ground,
And in. return from Da¥is
ReceiYed a mortal woundf
.All shattered through the jaws h@ lay
Still firing at Fitzroy,
And thatfs the way they captured him9
The Wild Colonial Boyi
ltfs a long way to Tipperary,
it's a long way to go,
It1 g a long way to i'ipperary,
.to trie sweetest r^irl I know.
Good-bye Piccadilly
farewell Leicester square,
it's a long long way to -:ir,perary
•kTia niy iicarts rxpyit t06rc»
13.
TENTERFIELD SADDLM
The late George Woolnough worked High Street
anf lived on manners•
Fifty-two years he sat on his veranda and
q
made his saddlesf
And if you had questions ?bout sheep, flowers
or dogsf
You?d just ask the saddler*
He lives without sin? and they're building
a librfy for hinu
Time is a traveller,
Tenterfield Saddler, turn your head®
Ride again? jackaroo;
Think I see kangaroo up ahead•
The son of George Woolnough went of and got
marriedf and had a wax babyf
Thought something was wrong- and It?s easier
to drink than go Grazy®
And if there were questions about why the end
q
was so sad? well
George had no answers about why a son had
ever need of a gun®
The grandson of George has been all around the
world and lives no special placef
Changed his name and married a girl with an
int'resting face®
Hefd almost forgotten them boths because in the
life that he leads
Therefs nowhere for George and his librfy or
the son with his gun
To belongf except in this song®
Time is a meddler
Tenterfield Saddlerf
Make your bed,
Fly away, cockatoo;
Down on the ground, emu
Up ahead. 14.
OUR DON BRADMAN.
RECITATION!
Who is it that all Australia raves about?
Who has won our very highest praise?
Now is it Amy Johnson or little Mickey Mouse?
No! It's just a country lad who's bringing down the house•
And he9s..ffle®*.»
VOCAL;
Our Don Bradman, and I ask you is he any good?
Our Don Bradman, as a batsman he can surely lay the wood^
For when he goes in to bat
He knocks every record flat,
For there isn't anything he cannot do„
Our Don Bradman, every Aussie dips his lid to you&
Our Don Bradman, now I ask you is he any good?
Our Don Bradman, as a batsman he is certainly "plum pud.18
Tate and Larwood met their fate,
For it's always "shut the gate1'
When the boy from Bowral hits four after four@
Our Don Bradman, always manages to top the score.
Woodfull, Grimmett, Ponsford, Kippax and the rest,
Proved that they were equal to the best,
How gallantly and nobly, we know they've done their share,
But there's one who tops them all, a real devil-may-care.
And he's»,e8S8ee
Our Don Bradman, now I. ask you is he any good^
Our Don Bradman, as a batsman he can sure lay on the wood,
How that Mister Lyon, poor fish,
Must just sit and wish and wish,
That our "Don" had never come across the foam,
Our Don Bradman, What a welcome waits for you. back home!
Our Don Bradman, Now I ask you is he any good?
Our Don Bradman, as a batsman he is certainly "plum pud"*
Tho" those cricketers, now gone,
Trumper, Spofforth and so on,
Wrote their names forever in the Hall of Fame,
Our Don Bradman, is the greatest ever played the game.
15.
HAVE YOU EVER BEEN TO SEE KINGS CROSS
If you think you've done some travelling,
like to say you've been around,
That you've seen the sights of Paris or
the heart of London Town,
You mightsay a night in Soho would be mighty
hard to toss,
But let me tell you folks that youjust ain;t lived
Until you;vese
Until you;ve seen King's Cross.
CHORUS
Have you ever been to see King's Cross
where Sydneysiders meet?
There's a million faces going places walkin1
up 'n down the street,
Why tourists everywhere in their travels
do declare
I've seen the world you can hear them cry,
And they'll bet you a tenner to a con man's swy
You won't have seen the lot until the day you die
If you haven't been to see King's Cross.
Let's take the eating houses that you find
along the way,
You might like to dine with a glass of-wine or a
serve of Shrimp flornay,
Or you can try the spots down under, you get a three
course for a zack,
Where you can write your will as you pay the bill
Just in case you don't come back.
You've got a list of spots to see and you'd like to
spend some dough
So you tell the taxi driver just where you'd like to go,
You might do a tour of Sydney when in fact it's on the cards
That the place you sought when you climbed adoad
Was up the road a hundred yards.
So if you're a weary traveller and you think
you've seen the lot
Well take my tip and make the trip while the
money you've still got,
And in later conversation you'll never be at a loss
'Cos you can tell 'em all that you had a ball
When you went to see King's Cross.
MADEMOISELLE FROM ARMENT1ERBS.
Mademoiselle from Armentieresf
Parley«voo@
Sang the Diggers between their beersf
Parley»vool
And the ballad roared by the soldiers gay^
Rang through the old estaminet
Inky-pinky Parley-voo!
Mademoiselle enjoyed the din^
Parley-voo!
As she tripped around with the bock and vin^
Parley-vooI
And Mademoiselle, in a manner gayf
Trolled a stave of the ribald lay
Inky«pinkyf parley-voo!
There were men from Wagga and Gundagai^
Parleyfvoo!
From Perth, The Towers and Boggc£bri9
Parley-voo!
From Sydney City and Dandenongf
Sinking their troublesin wine and song
Inky-pinky Parley-voo!
There was one young Digger, tanned and lean,
Parley-voo!
From Darling Downsf or the Riverinef
Parley-vooI
17.
Who st her heart in a rapturous whirl
When he vowed that she was his Dinkum Girl
Inkey-pinky Parley-vooI
They laughed and loved in the old French town,
Parley~vool -
And her heart spake out of her eyes of brown,
Parley-voo!
But the time fled by, and there came a day
When he and his cobbers all marched away
Inky-pinky, Parley-voo!
Maybe in the field of France he fell,
Parley«vooI
No word came back to Mademoiselle,
Parley-vooI
But a pretty French girl, with eyes of brown,
Prays for him. still in a war-swept town,
Inky«pinkyf Parley-voo!
Quiet the old estaminetf
Parley-voo!
No more Diggers will come that way,
Parley-voo!
May your heart grow light with the
passing years,
Oh, Mademoiselle from Armentieres!
lnky«pinky? Parley-vooII
18,
TIE ME KANGAROO DOWN, SPORT.
Recitation:
Therefs an old Australian stockman
Lying dyingf and he gets himself up on
one elbow,
And he turns to his mates who are
gathered around him,-
And he says«##«
Watch me wallaby1s feed, mate,
Watch me wallaby1s feed#
They1re a dangerous breed, mate?
So watch me wallaby's feed^
Altogether nowo@»©
Tie me kangaroo down9 sport,
Tie me kangaroo down«
Tie me kangaroo down9 sport,-
Tie me kangaroo down*
Keep me cockatoo cool, Curl,
Keep me cockatoo cool@
Donft go acting the fool, Curl,
Just keep me cockatoo cool.
Altogether' now.•••••#(Repeat chorus• )
Take me koala back Jackf
Take me koala back,
19.
-He lives somewhere out on the trackf Macf
So take me koala back,
All together now*• ••.(Repeat Chorus.)
Let me abos go loose, Lewf
Let me abos go loose,
They1 re of no further use,' Lew,
So let me abos go loose.
Altogether now..•••etc:
Mind me platypus duckf Bill,
Mind me platypus duck«
Don't let him go running amokf Bill,
Mind me platypus duck#
Altogether now*••••etc:
Play your didgeridoo^ Blue,
Play your didgeridoo@
Keep playing stil 1 shoot through, Blue,
Play your didgeridoo*
Altogether now ••###©iuC«
Tan me hide when lfm deadf Fredf
Tan me hide when lfm dead#
So we tanned his hide when he diedf Clyde,
And thatfs it hanging on the shed.
Altogether now.#..#
Tie me kangaroo down, sport,
Tie me kangaroo down*
Tie me kangaroo downf sport,
Tie me kangaroo down,
K1SD=BACK ON THE TOILET SEAT.
There was a red-back on the toilet seat
When I was there last nighty
I didnft see him in the darkf
But boy! I felt his bite!
I jumped high up into the airf
And when I hit the ground,
That crafty red-back spider
Wasn1t nowhere to be founds
CHORUS.
There was a red-back on the toilet seat
When I was there last nightf
I didn't see him in the dark?
But boy! Ifelt his'bite!
And now I'm here, in hospital,
A sore and sorry.sight,
And 1 curse the red-back spider
On the toilet seat last night•
Rushed in to the missusf
Told her just where Ifd been bit,
She grabbed the cut~throat razor blade,
And I nearly took a fit*
1 said fiJust forget whatfs on your mind,
And call the doctor please^
1 Cause I've got a feeling that your cure
Is worse than the disease."
21.
I can!t lay down? 1 canft sit up-,
And 1 donft know what to do,
And all the nurses think itfs funny,
But thatfs not my point of view*
I tell you itfs embarrassing,
(And that.s to say the least)
That Pro too sick to eat a bite,
While that spiders had a feast!
And when 1 get back home again,
1 tell you what I111 dof
I111 make that red«back suffer
For the pain I'm going through®
Isve had so many needles
That Ifm looking like a sievef
And I promise you that spider
Hasnf very long to live!!
.HOLE OUT Tiixii BAjaRoL.
Roll out the barrel,
We111 have a barrel of fun.
2oll out the barrel,
We've got the blues on the run*
Boom-rtoo-to-rallel,
oing out a song of good cheer
r,ov/fs the time to roll the barrel,
r'or the nWicksn are here.
22*
THE MAN FROM SNOW RIVER.
Thar© was tto¥®a@nt at the station9 for the word had passed around
Tkat th® colt froa old Regret had got away,
And had joined the wild bush horses*•.he was worth a thousand pounif
So all th© cracks had gathered to the fray.
All th® tried and noted riders from the stations near and far
Had mustered at the homestead overnight^
For the bushmen love hard riding where the wild bush horses are,
And the stock-horse snuffs the battle with delight*
There was Harrison, who made his pile when Pardon won the cup„
The old aan with his hair as white as snow?
But few eould ride beside him when his blood was fairly up.,,
He could go wherever horae and man could goe
And Clancy of the Overflow came down to lend a handf
No better horseman ever held the reins;
For never horse could throw hia while the saddle-girths would stand..,
He learnt to ride while droving on the plains,,
And one was there, a stripling on a small and weedy beast?
He was something like a racehorse undersised9
With a touch of Timor pony, three parts thorouhgbred at least,.•
And such as are by mountain horseman prized.
He was hard and tough and wiry, just the sort that won't say die...
There was courage in his quick impatient tread;
And he bore the badge of gameness in his bright and fiery eye9
And the proud and lofty carriage of his head.
But still so slight and weedy, one would doubt his power to stay,
And the old man said, "This horse will navei- do,
For a long and tiring gallop, lad, you'd better stop awayf
Those hills are far too rough for such as you."
So he waited, sad and wistful, only Clancy stood his friend...
"1 think we ought to let him come," he said?
"I warrant he'll be with us when he's wanted in the endf
For both his horse and he are mountain bred."
"He hails from Snowy River, up by Kosciusko's sidef
Where the hills are twice as steep and twice as rough?
Where a horse's hoofs strike firelight from the flint
stones every stride,
The man that holds his own is good enough.
And the Snowy River riders on the mountains make their hoae9
Where the river runs those gaint hills between;
I have seen full many horsemen since I first commenced to roaa9
But nowhere yet such horsemen have I seen."
23.
So he vent; they found the hors*sw "by %&m bj,t? rd_u*"M uiri;,
Titej raced away towards the asi'ELi?a3j 'o?& ?,
And the old aan gave hia orders, E-Bo?;a9 gs ot t,&"iz\ f^oa lfr,o m~Tjv
I© use to try for fanciag ri€l&2 ji©tj,
Ands Claasy, jou Bust wheel iter:., trj &?A "iliaz.1 lKl\oi\ " ; s,2i3 lm.^^
Bide tooldlj, lad ani neter fear »ho s^Uio,
For never yet was rider that coiald \cop Ihn iojb <,& '&S-* >
It onc« they gala the shelter @f sh£3e hilliJ1
Sllfa tfe©y halted for * aoaeat, ??h±lQ Vj otron-j t^o ^-*c i*3o<i J :rv0
Bat thej asm tfeeir veil-loved oon&'Sa.a.ag £%ha2 "Is i2,n i,t
And ifeey ckarged beaemtk the steckwMp vi.l\\ a ^tefp t&& : id&2 lk\iL\
Ami off into the »ouataia scrub thsj i%l»Wo
Then fast tie hors««ea followed, ?/&©«? ifeo ^©vjtcm *loe^ aM bl""-'^
Resounded to the tbamier of the 15? tj^!Lb}
Aad the stockwhips woke the echeos cuad t&zj sTiiw^y ayjvarj'l >a^2s
Fro« cliffs and crags that beetled ewsfto^
Ami upwards, eter upwards, the tslM Wti >y"id Xto.ir? «/^y,
Where aountain asfa aad kurrajca"? grow >al;^
And the old nan wittered fiercely, ""te noj? iui th"- "zrfo 73^1 1 ,j
No Ban caa hold then down the otfeor oifeo-.^
Wh«a they r«mck*i the aountain'n s^nna,i8 c*?^ Clrme^? ^rcA 2. su?\j
it well aifht sake tht boldest hol<i t^iXr "b^oasv/
The vild Mop serab grmw tiickly, osd ^ao *udtl'M j^mml j^3 .IN^n
Of- ¥«nbat holes, and aaj slip wots dsatho
Bat th© aan froa Snowy River let V&q pear aw* *us LonJ.,
aad he awaag his stockwhip rouse? nad gwa a eh«ox*9
And he raced hia down the aountnii. li^o a £orrua£ ?i<c*?D ito 'ood,,
While the others stood and watched ia 70^ fQCF->
He seat the flint-atonea fljimgs ^ia> the 'fc^y kao5-, lia,n \'jo^0
H@ cleared the fallen tiaber aa hie ,1'ir^d'5,
Aad ike aan froa Snowy River nmj3i 3hi.2'&j€ id 42,1 osti;
It was graad to »©e that aountrdTi homing r^tlDo
. Through the striagy barka and saplisj^, oz; t^c 2*^1 ,r, adil ^r^s^-a ^niod.
Doia the hillside at a faciag pae<^ ho ^-^J:§
Aai Me mr^r dr®M the bridi* till he "Uwdac rafo 3-a4 (jh^zA
It the bottoa of that terrible le^e^-a^o
He wA^ . riglt aaoag the boraes ae ih-ay elioboi i'as Xa?»-a^s iiyr^
Aad the watchers oa the aotintlinf standi as nutc^ "*- -
Saw kiie ply the stoeicwMp fiercelj; fee was ri^ii^ ^n^ni Ihc^ otill,,
Ao fel ractd aeroaa the clcariag in ptiritn ^0
Then tney lost hia for a aoaent, wiere tvo cnyjsz-iw ^illioj aj ,
In the ranges...but a final gliapse reveals
Oa a din mad distant hillside the wild hor&£^ iaeLa4> /«^
With the nan froa Saowy Siver at their :ieolfc«
2|.
And he ran them single-handed till their sides were white with foam;
He followed like a bloodhound on their tracks
Till he halted, cowed and beaten; then he turned their heads for homef
And alone and unassisted brought them back*
But his hardy mountain pony he could scarcely raise a trot,
He was bloody from hip to shoulder from the spur;
But his pluck was still undaunted, and his courage fiery hot,
For never was a mountain horse a cur9
And down by Kosciusko, where the pine-clad ridges raise,
Their torn and rugged battleaents on high,
Where the air is clear as crystal, and the white stars fairly blaa©
At midnight in the cold and frosty sky,
And where around the Overflow the reed-beds sweep and sway
To the breezes, and the rolling plains are wide,
The Han froia Snowy River is a household word today,,
And the stoekaen tell the story of his ride®
A BROWN SLOUCH HAT
It's a brown slouch hat with
the side turned up9
And it means the world to me*,
It's the symbol of our nation,
The land of liberty.
And our soldiers they wore it,
How proudly they bore it
For all the world to see.
It's a brown slouch hat with
the side turned up9
Heading straight to victory.
25,
THE GOONDIWINDI GREY*
6norus.
We've cheered him from the grandstand and
We've cheered him from the flat,
We've cheered a little beauty,
A real aris-to-cat;
He's never thrown the towel in,
Been a trier all the way,
A horse we're really proud ®f„ss
The "Goondiwindi Grey"*
From Eagle Farm to Randwick and
From there to Flemington,
He chased the Tulloch record,
Winning hearts with every run;
He made it in October
On the Moonee Valley track,
When past the post to glory,
With Higgins on his back*
A Tuesday in November
Didn't alter how we feel!
We might have torn up tickets
But we got an honest deal*
If there were cups for courage
We could trot him up for one,
For if it could be measured
I'd say he had a ton*
We'll miss him, that's for certain,
Now his saddle's put aside,
But 'round our track of mem'ries
"Gunsynd will always stride.
A-swihging 'round the corner
And then laying back his ears...
The champ from Goondiwindi
With the champs of other years.,
26.
j*: T3,i ^pi stu^vec J,an 'S?
CA Q^o-rm \ jia^ ?:vj ^ardaus
~* 'n >nj J v ; "V 7our vsi&So
o-^o,' 3^'?^ c^ gray^olu^ distance
i* ? *?r 6 e^ rr ~> eo 1 sof': 0 dim skies• • *
1 - to*-, >,.,«: "vano*, sn.;re Itc
G f 1 ^ *f*i ^5 f' G* In £ TV \?& ,
' " 3uiG ji sii'i^oxn^; 31^i,is)
-C /^.TJ:d Mou:r£a:.n ranges9
^ dr^a;;]- ca and floccliug rains.
lo^; Gcr fa^ horizons
,*e " tec.u:? tuui her 'csrror,^
' w w\ru) brci/n laiiu for me 2
- .*.♦ .rG?ir^ n/hnis* ^ag-barked forests,
'z^^siq tn trie ^^oi'W)
. ^ "-;,"-::,t re-misted mountains5
:*^ <^t geld Gu^n of noatu
^; ?e> tr^5;leu of the brashes9
«G rjvt. U tbc lianas coil9
,,*i. c^chi. o dar;k the tree tops
^u f^rus -*he w;^" dark soil©
Gore of my heart, my country!
lier pitiless blue skyf
When sick at heartf around us,
we see the cattle die»«.
But when the grey clouds gather,
And we can bless again
The drumming of an armyf
The steady soaking rain.
Gore of my heart, my country!
Land of the .Rainbow Gold,
For flood and fire and famine,
She pays us back three-fold*
Over the thirsty paddocks,
Watchf after many days,
The filmy veil of greenness
That thickens as we gaze *,t,,
An opal hearted country,
ii wxxx, ux., xavxsn jtanQ «# ©
All you who have not loved her,
You will not understand.••
Though earth holds many splendours,
wherever I may die,
I know to what brown, country
ny horning thoughts will flyl
28.
CLICK GO THE SHEARS.
Out on the boards the old shearer stands,
Grasping the shears in his thin bony hands.
Fixed in his gaze on a bare-bellied yoe
Glory if he gets her, won't he make the ringer go*
Click go the shears boys , click, click, click,
Wide is his blow and his hands move quick,,
The ringer looks around and is beaten by a blow,
And curses the old snagger and the bare-bellied yoe®
In the middle of the floor in his cane-bottomraed chair,
Sits the boss of the board with his eyes everywheret
Notes well each fleece as it come to the screen,
Paying strict attention that it's taken off cleane
The colonial experience man, he is there of-course,
With his shiny leggin's on, just got off his horse,
Gazes all around like a real connoisseur,
Scented soap and brilliantine, and smelling like a whore.
The tar-boy is there waiting in demand,
With his blackened tar-pot, in his tarry hand,
Spies one old sheep with a cut upon his back,
Hears what he's been waiting for, it's "Tar here, Jack!"
Now the shearing is all over, we've all got our cheques,
So roll up your .swags and it's off down the track,
The first pub we come to it's there we'll have a spree,
And everyone that comes along it's "Have a drink on me„
There we leave him standing shouting for all hands,
Whilst all around him every "shouter" stands,
His eye on the keg which is now lowering fast,
He works hard, he drinks hard, and goes to hell at last.
29.
CLANCY OF THE OVERFLOW.
I had written him a letter which I had, for want of better
Knowledge, sent to where I met him down the Lachlan years ago;
He was shearing when I knew him, ao I sent the letter to him,
Just on spec, addresaed as follows, "Clancy,of The Overflow,,"
And an answer came directed in a writing unexpected
(And I think the same was written with a thumb-nail dipped in tar);
9Twas his shearing mate who wrote it, and verbatim I will quote its
"Clancy's gone to Queensland droving, and we don't know where he are®"
In »J wild erratic fancy visions come to me of Clancy
Gone a-droving "down the Cooper" where the Western drovers go;
As the stock are slowly stringing,Clancy rides behind them singing,
For the drover's life has pleasures that the townsfolk never know„ %v
And the bush has friends to meet him, and their kindly voices greet him
In the murmur of the breezes and the river on its bars,
And he sees the vision splendid of the sunlit plains extended,,
And at night the wondrous glory of the everlasting stars®
I am sitting in my dingy little office, where a stringy
Ray of sunlight struggles feebly down between the houses tall,
And the foetid air and gritty of the dusty, dirty city,
Through the open window floating, spreads its foulness over all.
And in place of lowing cattle, I can hear the fiendish rattle
Of the tramways and the buses making hurry down the street;
And the language uninviting of the gutter children fighting
Comes fitfully and faintly through the ceaseless tramp of feet.
And the hurrying people daunt me, and their pallid faces haunt me
As they shoulder one another in their rush and nervous haste,
With their eager eyes and greedy, and their stunted forms and weedy,
For townsfolk have no time to grow, they have no time to waste*
And I somehow rather fancy that I'd like to change with Clancy,
Like to take a turn at droving where the seasons come and go,
While he faced the round eternal of the cash-book and the journal*a®
But I doubt he'd suit the office, Clancy, of The Overflow.
BANJO PATERSON.
30.