Mudcat Australia-New Zealand Songbook

Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: rich-joy
Date: 02 Nov 20 - 06:57 AM

A SONG FOR GRACE        

by Ted Egan


I was a girl of thirteen when my 3 brothers went to the war
Martin and Robert and Jack, and as I wave from the door
I thought who in the world could have brothers as handsome as they
Three Australian Light Horsemen : I see their proud figures today,

Our parents were Irish with no love for England at all
But their sons were Australians and each bravely answered the call
In their turned-up slouch hats, and their feathers and leggings and spurs
The Empire, as much as my mother, knew these sons were hers,

    And at the going down of the sun and in the morning
    We will remember them, Lest we forget.

The mailman brought cards from Colombo and then from Port Said
Here's a photo of Jack in Egypt, his first camel ride
And look at young Bobby, in London, here crossing The Strand
And Martin writes 'mum and dad, life in the army is grand',

The same mailman brought us the news about our darling Jack                        
Regret to inform you your son John will never come back                                    
He died of his wounds at Gallipoli, so brave was he                                          
He’s awarded the Military Medal, posthumously,

    And at the going down of the sun and in the morning
    We will remember them, Lest we forget.

The telegram came, my mother collapsed, and I had                                          
The terrible task of breaking the news to my dad
With our old draught horse, Punch, my father was ploughing the land
I ran to the paddock, the telegram clutched in my hand,

The Irishman read it, said thank you, now leave me alone
Go on back to the house, help your mother, she's there on her own
He called, 'Stand up Punch, we have to get on with this job'
But I saw his slumped shoulders, and I heard his heart rending sob,

    And at the going down of the sun and in the morning
    We will remember them, Lest we forget.

Well Robert was gassed and he always had pains in his head                              
And Martin was shell-shocked and he’d’ve been better off dead                        
And I, I’m just an old lady who watched them all go                                          
But I am the one you should ask about war, for I know,

That all of these years have gone by and I know that we’ve met                                       
Yes, I will remember them : I can’t forget,

And at the going down of the sun and in the morning.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B2ycH8wwFJs
Ted Egan wrote this song for his mother, Grace; sung here by his wife, Nerys Evans.



No further comment is necessary.
R-J

Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: rich-joy
Date: 02 Nov 20 - 03:34 AM

Yay! So good to hear Skippy again and "The Bottle Run"!! Sadly, I don't think I've got his "NT Road" LP anymore :(

and now for something completely different :


THE PLAINS OF EMU
(John McGarvie, 1829 - aka The Exile of Erin)

I.
O ! farewell my country--my kindred--my lover ;
Each morning and evening is sacred to you,
While I toil the long day without shelter or cover,
And fell the tall gums the black-butted and blue.
Full often I think of and talk of thee, Erin--
Thy eath-covered mountains are fresh in my view,
Thy glens, lakes and rivers, Loch-Con and Kilkerran,
While chained to the soil on the Plains of Emu.

II.
The iron-bark, wattle and gum-trees extending
Their shades under which rests the shy kangaroo,
May be felled by the bless'd who have hope o'er them bending,
To cheer their rude toil tho' far exiled from you.
But, alas! without hope, peace, or honour to grace me,
Each feeling was crushed in the bud as it grew,
Whilst "never" is stamped on the chains that embrace me,
And endless my thrall on the Plains of Emu.

III.
Hard hard was my fate far from thee to be driven,
Unstained, unconvicted, as sure was my due;
I loved to dispense of the freedom of Heaven,
But force gained the day and I suffer for you.
For this hand never broke what by promise was plighted,
Deep treason this tongue to my country ne'er knew,
No base-earned coin in my coffer e'er lighted,
Yet enchained I remain on the Plains of Emu.

IV.
Dear mother thy love from my bosom shall never,
Depart, but shall flourish untainted and true ;
Nor grieve that the base in their malice should ever
Upbraid thee, and none to give malice her due.
Spare, spare her the tear and no charge lay upon her,
And weep not my Norah her griefs to renew,
But cherish her age till night closes on her,
And think of the swain who still thinks but of you.

V.
But your names shall still live though like writing in water ;
When confined to the notes of the tame cockatoo,
Each wattle scrub echo repeats to the other
Your names and each breeze hears me sighing anew.
For dumb be my tongue, may my heart cease her motion,
If the Isle I forget where my first breath I drew !
Each affection is warmed with sincerest devotion,
For the tie is unbroken on the Plains of Emu.

Anambaba, May, 1829.


Lyrics taken from Mark Gregory’s excellent “Folkstream” site : http://folkstream.com/071.html


Raymond Crooke writes on his YT channel :
“Though it's often thought of as a traditional Australian convict ballad, this song, also known as "The Plains of Emu", was written by John McGarvie, who wrote under the nom de plume "M."
It was first published in "The Sydney Gazette", 26th May, 1829. The tune is traditional and is generally known as "Savourneen Deelish."
Emu Plains was a prison farm 35 miles from Sydney for convicts transported to Australia, established with the purpose of growing food to feed the increasing population of Sydney
I first heard this sung by English-Australian folksinger, Brian Mooney, on the classic album "Moreton Bay and Other Songs, Mainly of Convict Origin" (1963), which he made with Martyn Wyndham-Read and David Lumsden…..”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E6cIy4LKWaE I was only familiar with ALEX HOOD’s rendition, but this is an interesting version by Sydney’s renowned all-rounder JEANNIE LEWIS.
more about her here : https://peoplepill.com/people/jeannie-lewis/


OK, back to werk now!
Cheers, R-J

Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: Stewie
Date: 01 Nov 20 - 08:38 PM

NULLABOR SONG
(Kasey Chambers)

When the fire burns out here
It's brighter than the city lights
Warmer than a heart of gold
And dingoes howl just to break the silence
The sun comes up just to break the cold

Last night I woke
With the stars looking back at me
Swallowing the sky
I felt no anger, I felt no shame
I felt no reason to cry

If I'm not here in the morning
I'll cry a river of tears
And I'll learn to live in a new town
But my heart is staying here

When it's quiet out here
A hundred miles away
You can hear the train on the line
The whistle blows just to break the silence
I wave just to break the time

I close my eyes
I think of runnin' water
I think of runnin' away
But the fire's burnt to ashes
And it's darker than before
But I can see as clear as day

If I'm not here in the morning
I'll cry a river of tears
And t I'll learn to live in a new town
But my heart is staying here

Yes, I'll learn to live in a new town
But my heart is staying here

Youtube clip

--Stewie.

Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: Stewie
Date: 01 Nov 20 - 07:37 PM

THE BOTTLE RUN
(Barry Skipsey)

Sweating on the bloody board waiting for the bell
And the cocky's bending down, giving me hell
The wheels are spinning down the line
Seems everyone's the gun
And this we call the bottle run

Chorus:
The bottle run, well I smell it through the bottle
This shearer is waiting for his beer
Hang up your dungarees and drag that stubby clear
We'll wash the pain away with a quiet beer

Wethers in the first run, finally cut them out
Breaking combs and cutters, I made them pay
Kick that bastard down the chute, he's not worth the time
He's not worth the sixty cents I earn

Chorus

Roustie fetch the lambing boards and change the locks and pieces
Cheeky lad, you'll get my boot
I hear you drop that broom once more, you'll have the team upon you
And with black balls you won't look so cute

Chorus

I've smoked my share of rollies, I've cursed and sweated all day
I swear I'll give this bloody game away
But until I win the lottery or make it with the nags
You'll find me hear on board amongst the dags

Chorus

I travelled up from Melbourne town looking for a pen
I'm working Queensland sheds once again
Yes, I'm working for the Grazcos man until the setting sun
And waiting for that bottle run

Chorus

Another little bottler from Barry Skipsey of Alice Springs. This was first recorded for his 'NT Road' LP. Barry noted:

I was once told by a shearer that he considered the last two hours of his day to be called the bottle run. Why? Because he reckoned he could smell the beer through the bottle.

Youtube clip

Wongawilli did a fine cover:

Wongwilli

Grazcos

--Stewie.

Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: Stewie
Date: 01 Nov 20 - 06:40 PM

WHILE THE BILLY BOILS
(D.M.Wright/P.Garland

The speargrass crackles under the billy and overhead is the winter sun
There’s snow on the hills, there’s frost in the gully, that reminds me of things that I’ve seen and done
Of blokes that I knew, and mates that I’ve worked with, and the sprees that we had in the days gone by
And a mist comes up from my heart to my eyelids, I feel fair sick and I wonder why

There is coves and coves! Some I liked partic’lar, and some I would sooner I never knowed
But a bloke can’t choose the chaps that he’s thrown with in the harvest paddock or here in the road
There was chaps from the other side that I shore with that I’d like to have taken along for mates
But we said, ‘So long!’ and we laughed and parted for good and all at the station gates

I mind the time when the snow was drifting and Billy and me was out for the night
We lay in the lee of a rock, and waited, hungry and cold, for the morning light
Then he went one way and I the other – we’d been like brothers for half a year
He said: ‘I’ll see you again in town, mate, and we’ll blow the froth off a pint of beer’

He went to a job on the plain he knowed of and I went poisoning out at the back
And I missed him somehow – for all my looking I never could knock across his track
The same with Harry, the bloke I worked with, the time I was over upon the coast
He went for a fly-round over to Sydney, to stay for a fortnight – a month at most

He never came back, and he never wrote me – I wonder how blokes like him forget
We had been where no one had been before us, we had starved for days in the cold and wet
We had sunk a hundred holes that was duffers, till at last we came on a fairish patch
An’ we worked in rags in the dead of winter while the ice-bars hung from the frozen thatch

Yes, them was two, and I can’t help mind them – good mates as ever a joker had
But there’s plenty more as I’d like to be with, for half of the blokes on the road is bad
It sets me a-thinking, the world seems wider, for all we fancy it’s middling small
When a chap like me makes friends in plenty and they slip away and he loses them all

The speargrass crackles under the billy and overhead is the winter sun
There’s snow on the hills, there’s frost in the gully and, oh, the things that I’ve seen and done
The blokes that I’ve knowed and the mates that I’ve worked with, and the sprees that we had in the days gone by
But I somehow fancy we’ll all be pen-mates on the day when they call the roll of the sky

Another poem by NZ's 'outback laureate', David McKee Wright. Above is the complete poem. In this YT clip, Phil Garland amends and shortens the poem:

Youtube clip

Wright moved to Australia in 1910 and wrote for 'The Bulletin' and other publications.

David McKee Wright

--Stewie.

Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: rich-joy
Date: 01 Nov 20 - 03:49 AM

VAN DIEMEN’S LAND

Stan Hugill's (one of many variants)

Ye rambling boys of Liverpool, I'll have ye to beware,
'Tis when ye go a-hunting wid yer dog, yer gun, yer snare,
Watch out for the game-keepers, keep your dog at your command
Just think on all them hardships, goin' to Van Diemen's Land.

We had two Irish lads on board, Mickey Murphy an' Paddy Malone,
And they were both the stoutest friends that ever a man could own.
But the gamekeeper he'd caught them, and from ol' England's strand
They were seven years transported for to plough Van Diemen's Land.

We had on board a lady fair, Bridget Reilly wuz her name,
An' she wuz sent from Liverpool for a-playin' of the game.
Our captain fell in love wid her and he married her out of hand,
And she gave us all good usage, boys, goin' to Van Diemen's Land.

The moment that we landed there, upon that fatal shore,
The planters they inspected us, some fifty score or more,
Then they marched us off like hosses, an' they sold us out of hand,
They yoked us to the plough, me boys, for to plough Van Diemen's Land.

As I lay in me bunk one night, a dreamin' all alone,
I dreamt I wuz in Liverpool, 'way back in Marybone,
Wid me own true love beside me, an' a jug o' ale in me hand
Then awoke so broken-hearted, lyin' on Van Diemen's Land.


Lyrics taken from the Mainly Norfolk site.

This Antipodean penal colony, just one of many overseas dumping grounds for the British Govt, was renamed from Abel Tasman’s “Van Diemen’s Land” to Tasmania in 1856, along with gaining “responsible self govt” and eventually became Australia’s island state at Federation, in 1901. Transportation was abolished in 1852, but Port Arthur was open until 1877.


Sung here by the late Marian Henderson :   https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4EDwD_kGrYw

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jfHU_Nbe1rQ    Here’s one by Alex Hood (includes old pics)

This one’s a Scouse recitation, with rather disturbing visuals!! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hTLcJdSQzZw


Van Diemen’s Land has become a popular songwriting and film-making subject and other songs of this title were found by Australia’s Russell Morris, U2’s The Edge, and Aussie blues guitar legend Jeff Lang. I’m sure there’s more.


Cheers, R-J

I think that's it from me for a few days; Werk is shrieking!!

Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: Stewie
Date: 31 Oct 20 - 10:39 PM

Another whimsical offering from Peter Cape. The Monde Marie was a folksinging coffee bar in Wellington run by Mary Seddon who died in July 2000.

MONDE MARIE
(Peter Cape)

The gramophone's playing lieder
The radio's blaring jazz
There's a brass band outside with its valves open wide
In a hell of a razzamatazz
In the flat below there's a cello
Above there's a whole symphony
So I'm off for the night
Of the music I like
Down at the Monde Marie

You can blow 'til there's cracks in your cornet
You can boomph your bassoon 'til it bursts
You can saw your Strad 'til the catgut goes bad
And your manuscript moulders to dust
But don't think I'm a sucker for silence
There's no scrap of the Trappist in me
Far better than quiet for me is a diet
Of song a la Monde Marie

So keep your violas di Gamba
Your clavichords, rebecks and lutes
Likewise your saxophones, bongos and slide-trombones
Flageolets, fipples and flutes
What I want is the sound of Segovia
An Ives or a Clauson-to-be
And to hear them my choice is the guitars and voices
I find at the Monde Marie

Youtube clip

--Stewie.

Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: Stewie
Date: 31 Oct 20 - 10:10 PM

I DON'T WANT TO BE A KIWI
(Peter Cape)

I don't really want to be a Kiwi
I'd much, much rather be a Pom
So you sheilas and you jokers and you drovers and you soakers
Can go back to the bush where you belong

No, I don't really want to be a Kiwi
And I think great-grandmama went quite astray
When she took a southern trip on the Wakefield's sailing ship
And got married to a miner on the Grey

It's nasty, coarse and rough to be a Kiwi
And I cannot stand the language that they speak
And to hear that voice declaiming all those 'tarts' and 'bints' and 'flamings'
Almost puts me off my - er - tucker for a week

No, I won't, won't, will not be a Kiwi
(Who really wants to be a flightless bird?)
The lion, and unicorn too, were symbols I was born to
But this flightless avian is quite absurd

No, I may not, cannot, must not be a Kiwi
But I know my sense of loneliness is keen
When I see a map and say, there, twelve thousand miles away
Is the Home to which I've never, ever, been

Tune: 'I don't want to join the army'

--Stewie

Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: Stewie
Date: 31 Oct 20 - 09:52 PM

Here's another good'un from Kevin Johnson - a song for his youngest son.

SCOTTY
(Kevin Johnson)

With wide eyes you wonder why you understand some
And you don't understand all the rest
Well, little boy, your daddy's been living a while
And I really don't know much myself
I'll teach you the whys and the wherefores
And the ways of this world I have known
But life is a journey of different directions
And sometimes we travel alone

And Scotty
Life can be rough
Life can be tough
Life can be kind
Scotty, life can be fun
Life can be one wonderful time
So live with the good times
And learn from the bad
And laugh at the fun times you've had
Look for the reasons to carry you through
And Scotty
That's all you can do

And you wonder why some days are fun days and Sundays
And some days may not be the same
Well blue skies are many and grey skies are few
So we do what we can in the rain
The whys and the wherefores are there for a reason
And sometimes we don't understand
But life is a journey that's leading us somewhere
And we get there the best way we can

And Scotty life can be rough
Life can be tough
Life can go wrong
Scotty, life can be fun
Life can just come rolling along
So live with the good times
And learn from the bad
And laugh at the fun times you've had
Look for the reasons to carry you through
And Scotty
That's all you can do 

Youtube clip

--Stewie.

Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: rich-joy
Date: 31 Oct 20 - 07:59 AM

Funny you should wonder that, Sandra!

I have been going through from the start to see songs that may be missing a recording clip (and yes, there are some!) and then researching them - but what a long job that is promising to be!!! :((

14-15 Sept a reference to Graham Seal's audio/lyrics website
24-25 Sept a reference to Daniel Kelly's audio/lyrics website
28 Sept      links to heaps of WA songs, but esp "The Georgette"

but mostly
04 Oct    Dance Up the Sun (John Thompson) is missing
04 Oct    Down in the Goldmine (anon) is missing

+ only about 12-13 songs since Old No. 377 and up to today = 31 Oct

So, not much! (you're doing a splendid job, Sandra!)

Cheers, R-J

Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 31 Oct 20 - 06:40 AM

no worries - I forgot to put it on the list (oops!) I was busy posting info about Joe Daly, so we still (only) have 383 songs

sandra (wondering if she has missed any other songs)

Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: rich-joy
Date: 31 Oct 20 - 06:21 AM

Apologies Stew, you had posted CONDAMINE on the 15th and I repeated it 15 days later!! R-J :((

Good on yer for the Kevin Johnson classic - I had been wondering about it!!
As I had also been wondering about Doug Ashdown's "Winter in America" (co-written with Jimmy Stewart)???
That duo were also responsible for "Antique Annie's Magic Lantern Show", so beautifully done by the late Marian Henderson.

Doug was an Adelaide boy, I believe .....


R-J

Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: Stewie
Date: 30 Oct 20 - 11:07 PM

Can someone explain why unwanted question marks appear when posting some lyrics. It happened again with 'Bayley Street' lyrics above. Annoying!

--Stewie.

Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: Stewie
Date: 30 Oct 20 - 10:51 PM

I reckon this one deserves a place in any Oz songbook. Here in the Top End, it has been trotted out in many a boozy folkie session - just shows our advanced years!

ROCK AND ROLL (I GAVE YOU ALL THE BEST YEARS OF MY LIFE)
(Kevin Johnson)

I can still remember when I bought my first guitar
Remember just how good the feeling was, put it proudly in my car
And my family listened fifty times to my two-song repertoire
And I told my mum her only son was gonna be a star
Bought all the Beatles records, sounded just like Paul
Bought all the old Chuck Berrys, 78s and all
And I sat by my record player, playin’ every note they played
And I watched them all on TV, makin' every move they made

Rock and roll, I gave you all the best years of my life
All the dreamy sunny Sundays, all the moonlit summer nights
I was so busy in the back room writin’ love songs to you
While you were changin’ your direction and you never even knew
That I was always just one step behind you

'66 seemed like the year I was really goin’ somewhere
We were living in San Francisco, with flowers in our hair
Singing songs of kindness so the world would understand
That the guys and me were something more than just another band
And then ’69 in LA, came around so soon
We were really making headway and writing lots of tunes
And we must have played the wildest stuff we had ever played
The way the crowds cried out for us, we thought we had it made

Rock and roll, I gave you all the best years of my life
All the crazy lazy young days, all the magic moonlit nights
I was so busy on the road singin’ love songs to you
While you were changin’ your direction, and you never even knew
That I was always, just one step behind you

’71 in Soho, when I saw Suzanne
I was trying to go it solo, with someone else’s band
And she came up to me later and I took her by the hand
And I told her all my troubles and she seemed to understand
And she followed me through London, through a hundred hotel rooms
Through a hundred record companies who didn’t like my tunes
And she followed me when, finally, I sold my old guitar
And she tried to help me understand, I’d never be a star

Rock and roll, I gave you all the best years of my life
All the dreamy sunny Sundays, all the moonlit summer nights
And though I never knew the magic of makin’ it with you
I thank the Lord for giving me the little bit I knew
And I will always be one step behind you

Rock and roll, I gave you all the best years of my life
Singing out my love songs in the brightly flashing lights
And though I never knew the magic of makin’ it with you
I thank the Lord for giving me the little bit I knew

Youtube clip

It was a quick song for me because I've spent months on one line. It just came to me one day as I was driving home, feeling all this frustration of two years without making a record. So I decided to write a song not about giving someone the best years of my life, but to write about the pursuit of success, which I thought related to a lot of people around the world, not just in music but anything. Kevin Johnson March 2002.

--Stewie.

Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 30 Oct 20 - 09:43 PM

Piper on the Hilltop - John Warner 1989 Lyrics from "Who was There"
John was moved by the unexpected sound of bagpipes being played near the Spence shops in Belconnen near Canberra. The moment was climaxed by a dramatic summer thunderstorm rising over the Brindabella Range, an outcrop of the Snowy Mountains. A 'pibroch' is a traditional bagpipe air serving as a call to battle or a lament .


It's a hot December evening
And there's herald of a change
In the mighty clouds that roll across
The Brindabella Range.

There's a piper on the hilltop
By the supermarket square,
And his pibroch falls like sunset clouds
Above the city air.

The chattering of kids at play,
The sullen roar of cars
The thunder of a jet plane's flight
Above the rising stars.

I sit beside my window
And I listen to the town
And an aching air, an old lament,
Like mist comes drifting down.

Then Spence gives way to Glencoe,
Bonny Charlie's at Dunbar,
And the 'Flowers of the Forest,'
They all are gone awa'

A breeze disturbs the silent leaves,
Rolling thunder brings the change
With the pibroch for Belconnen Town
By the Brindabella Range

Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: Stewie
Date: 30 Oct 20 - 09:36 PM

BAYLEY STREET
(J.Sorensen/R.Montgomery)

Oh men have come and men have gone
?Since Bayley's star gleamed bright
?And new lights shine where old lights shone
?In Bayley street tonight

And did you see those grand old men
?Bright-eyed, though bowed and grey?
Returning to the fields again?
Like ghosts of yesterday

The human tide swept swiftly west?
Then slowly ebbed again?
And some fulfilled their golden quest?
While some found loss and pain

And some returned to whence they came ?
With wealth and tales to tell?
And some found graves that bear no name?
And some still with us dwell

My father often told a tale
?While young eyes glistened bright
?Of golden days at Bonnie Vale?
And Bayley street by night

For he was of the eastern side
?He felt the urge to roam?
Long wait ‘They’ by the Lachlan side
?He made the west his home

Now forty years have passed away
(Twelve thousand suns have set)
And from that roaring yesterday
The echoes linger yet

Yes, men have come and men have gone
Since Bayley's star gleamed bright
And new lights shine where old lamps shone
In Bayley street tonight

Another Sorensen poem set to music by Roger Montgomery. It relates to Bayley Street in Coolgardie and the gold rush. Recorded on Dingo's Breakfast 'Jack Sorensen: Weaver of Dreams'. Strangely, Dingo's Breakfast CD has it titled 'The ghosts of Bayley Street' which is another Sorensen poem. Read it here:

Ghosts of Bayley Street

Arthur Wellesley Bayley discovered the gold field around which Coolgardie grew.

Bayley

--Stewie. 

Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 30 Oct 20 - 05:52 AM

If no-one has Martin's (S)crap Book or Bucket of Air, I might have to locate my copies in the BMC library.

sandra

Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: rich-joy
Date: 30 Oct 20 - 05:37 AM

Stewie previously posted a Dave Oakes song : “Beneath Uluru” : Dave writes Good Stuff!
Lawler’s Balcony was on a self-built Troppo*** home in Darwin’s “Coconut Grove” and this balcony saw much merriment and music-making in the ‘80s :)


LIVERPOOL ECHO (aka Lawler’s Balcony)

Dave Oakes

I was sitting on Lawler’s balcony, I looked at him and he looked at me
He said “It’s been a long time since I watched that River Mersey flow”

Yeah, we were just a couple of kids when the Beatles had all those hits
And Liverpool echoed to the sound of brand new Rock and Roll.

Ch.
And Lawler laughs – oh, you know how Lawler laughs
It’s infectious – makes you wanna laugh along
And Lawler cries, tears well up in his eyes
Worrying about the world that’s Lawler’s job.

Sitting on Lawler’s balcony, as the sun sets over the Timor Sea
He said “I’m glad I came here, this Australia’s so very much alive”

Yeah, it beats walkin’ in the rain - we’ll never be the same again
Missing the last bus and having to walk all the way along Queens Drive.

Lawler laughs – oh, you know how Lawler laughs
It’s infectious – makes you wanna laugh along
Lawler cries, tears well up in his eyes
Worrying about the world that’s Lawler’s job.

    Chilly winds and icy seas spray the Wallasey Ferry
    The tractor tyres on the landing stage bounce and bounce and sway
    The rain, in grey and scattered sheets, illuminates the street lamps
    And it all seems so romantic when it’s oh, so far away.

Sitting on Lawler’s balcony, in the early morning - ‘bout half past three
Drinking home brew, reminiscing all our yesterdays.

“Why should I worry?” Lawler sighs - and looks up at those Southern skies
“This is Darwin – Paradise! – I got Frangipanni breeze!” (Ahhhhh…)

Lawler laughs – oh, you know how Lawler laughs
It’s infectious – you just have to laugh along
Lawler cries, tears well up in his eyes
Worrying about the world that’s Lawler’s job.



Here is a clip of Dave Oakes' (of Alice Springs but ex Liverpool, UK) heart-felt observations, sung by local Maleny (and ex-Liverpool) troubadour, Tommy Leonard : https://www.tommyleonard.com/lawlersbalcony.mp3

I feel it is a most beautiful song ..... (but then I would :)


***Here is a link to views of the Top End Troppo house that Paul (ex Liverpool, UK) built in the 1980s, with views over the mangroves to the sea : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bueF-1abr_s&t=2s


Vale, Lawls (1946-2014)


Cheers, R-J

Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 30 Oct 20 - 05:27 AM

I've been worried that we don't have any of Martin Pearson's excellent songs!

So I went looking & found one, posted by our very own Gerry

Date: 06 May 18 - 06:09 AM

OK, I've transcribed Martin Pearson's song. There are a few places where he breaks the song to make jokes, I haven't transcribed those bits. No guarantees that I got everything right.

The Pope Song by Martin Pearson (tune - I Will Survive)

Once I was the Pope I was sanctified
Kept thinking I could never live without God by my side
But I spent oh so many nights just thinking how I'd get along
And I grew strong, and I knew Nietzsche had been wrong

So now He's back. God is not dead
I just woke up to find this big old Jewish voice inside my head
I said why had you forsaken us? Was it some kind of test?
He said today's the eighth day and I've had a lovely rest

So join my church, do as I say
With the Catholics you can break a dozen sins in half a day
There's masturbation, contraception, which will help the Church with breeding
Sloth and lust and greed and anger and of course the big one, speeding

Once the Church was strong categorically
We made our home in Rome when no one bothered Italy
Now I spend my precious time making laws for you to keep
Don't forget I'm the shepherd, you're supposed to be the sheep

And now you're back, just when you please
It's such a casual communion you think wafers grow on trees
I should have made you take a vow, I should have made you sign a form
With my laws on contraception it was me who got you born

So now just go, get off my faith
Just turn around now, you're not welcome any place
I tried to teach you God's new laws, tried to teach you them with zeal
It might have been much quicker to train the Papal seal

And now I'm back from being shot
I look as lively as I've ever done which doesn't say a lot
But I showed those doubting Thomases who thought I could be hurt
I'm the world's best male role model in a full-length satin skirt

But I'm still back to steal the show
I'm not the pooped out little Pontiff that your granny used to know
I can kiss the dirt all over 'cause my touring roster's full
I can make a saint a fortnight, I can talk the Papal Bull

I am a rock, I will survive
As long as I can hum a hymn I know I'm still alive
I may not be the best Pope but at least I'm not the worst
And I know that in comparison to Pope John Paul the First

I will survive.

Martin Pearson & John Thompson sing The Pope Song

Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: rich-joy
Date: 30 Oct 20 - 05:04 AM

Garwan Dala

(Words By Eve Fesl, Music By Tommy Leonard - July 2006)


Garwan Dala, garwan Goong
Garwan Dala, garwan Goong
Garwan Dala, garwan Goong

Ngam gardi Dala, ngam gardi Goong,
Ngam gardi Dala, ngam gardi Goong,
Garwan Dala, garwan Goong.

Mama Bala, Dala, Goong,
Mama Bala, Dala, Goong,
Garwan Dala, garwan Goong.

Garwan Dala, garwan Goong
Ngam gardi Dala, ngam gardi Goong,
Mama Bala, Dala, Goong,

Garwan Dala, garwan Goong
Garwan Dala, garwan Goong
Garwan Dala, garwan Goong


"Garwan Dala" means Respect for the lungfish, in Gubbi Gubbi language.
"Garwan Goong" means Respect for fresh water.

"Ngam gardi Dala" means Always been here, lungfish
"Ngam gardi Goong" means Always been here, fresh water

"Mama Bala" is the name of the Mary River. It means "Twice as Big", which is what happens to the river at flood time.


This song can be heard here : https://www.tommyleonard.com/htmfiles/lyrics/dala.htm


Tommy Leonard is a long-time local of Maleny, Qld (ex Liverpool, UK) and a well-known singer-songwriter and troubador.
Eve Fesl is an indigenous woman who now lives in the Sunshine Coast Hinterland.


R-J

Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: rich-joy
Date: 30 Oct 20 - 04:22 AM

WHEN THE RAIN TUMBLES DOWN IN JULY

Slim Dusty (David Kirkpatrick)

Let me wander north to the homestead,
Way out further on there to roam,
By a gully in flood, let me linger,
When the summery sunshine has flown.

Where the logs tangle up on the creek beds,
And clouds fill the old northern sky,
And the cattle move back from the lowlands,
When the rain tumbles down in July.

The settlers with sad hearts are watching,
The rise of the stream from the dawn,
Their best crops are always in flood reach,
If it rises much more they'll be gone.

The cattle string out along the fences,
The wind from the south races by,
And the limbs from the old gums are fallen,
When the rain tumbles down in July.

The sleeping gums on the hillside,
Awaken to herds strayin' by,
Here on the flats where the fences have vanished,
As the storm clouds gather on high.

The wheels of the wagons stop turning,
The stock horse is turned out to stray,
The old station dogs are a-dozin',
On the husks in the barn through the day.

The drover draws rein by the river,
And it's years since he's seen it so high,
Yes and that's just a story of homeward,
When the rain tumbles down in July.

Here is a clip of Slim’s daughter, Anne Kirkpatrick, singing his song at her father's Tribute Concert : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EICe11W5tos


OK, Country AND Christian music posted all in one day!!
Back to Folk :)

R-J

Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 30 Oct 20 - 03:31 AM

speaking of Joe Daly as we were - he was an early contributor to the Bush Music Club's Singabout. His first appearance was in 1961, by which time he had written 40 songs.
Singabout 4(3), Sept 1961 - page 6   Singabout 4(3), Sept 1961 - page 7

obit 2005 He met Slim Dusty in 1965

RareCollections: NAIDOC 2012 Another instalment of RareCollections, the podcast in which Jordie and David Kilby take a look at rare, collectible and unusual Australian music.
This episode features the following tracks and the voices of Slim Dusty, Joe Daly, Ted Egan and Rim D.Paul.
Slim Dusty - Trumby - Columbia - 1966
Trumby was not an actual person but rather a composite character. Joe Daly spent his life working outback. He was also a talented songwriter who penned more than 50 songs for Slim Dusty alone. The first one he passed on to Slim was this comment on literacy among the indigenous stockmen he knew and worked alongside.

Joe Daly on discogs   Joe Daly interviewed by Rob Willis

Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: rich-joy
Date: 30 Oct 20 - 03:09 AM

BANKS OF THE CONDAMINE

trad

Hark, hark, the dogs are barking, I can no longer stay
The boys have all gone shearing , I heard the publican say
And I must be off in the morning love before the sun do shine
To meet the Roma shearers on the banks of the Condamine.

Oh Willie dearest Willie don't leave me here to mourn
Dont make me curse and rue the day that ever I was born
For parting with you Willie is like parting with my life
So stay and be a selector love and I will be your wife.

Oh Nancy dearest Nancy you know that I must go
The squatters are expecting me their shearing for to do
And when I'm on the board my love I'll think of you with pride
And my shears they will go freely when I'm on the whipping side.

Oh I'll cut off my yellow hair and go along with you
I'll dress myself in men's attire and be a shearer too
I'll cook and count your tally love whilst ringer-o you shine
And I'll wash your greasy moleskins on the banks of the Condamine.

Oh Nancy dearest Nancy you know you cannot go
The boss has given his orders no woman may do so
And your delicate constitution isn't equal unto mine
To eat the ramstag mutton on the banks of the Condamine.

But when the shearing's over I'll make of you my wife
I'll get a boundary riding job and settle down for life
And when the days' work's done my love and the evening it is fine
I'll tell of them sandy cobblers on the banks of the Condamine.

Lyric set taken from Mark Gregory’s EXcellent website : http://folkstream.com/005.html

He notes : “First published as 'The Banks of the Riverine' in the Queenslander in 1894 This version from the singing of A.L.Lloyd. Folklorist Dr Edgar Waters writes (Australian Tradition Oct 1966) : "The Banks of the Condamine seems to have been one of the most widely distributed bush songs. In recent years it has been reported from singers in northern Victoria and the Northern Territory, and a number of different versions have been recorded in New South Wales and in Queensland. Sometimes the man is going off to a horse-breaking camp rather than a shearing shed. In Victoria, and at least in southern New South Wales, it seems to have been known as 'The Banks of the Riverine', and perhaps this was the original form. The words of 'The Banks of the Condamine' were made over from 'The Banks of the Nile', a British Ballad of the beginning of the nineteenth century."


The version by early Oz folkie, Lionel Long, was a great favourite on Perth’s ABC radio in the 60s, but here are two others :

James Fagan & Nancy Kerr :   https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z-_BrMmGIgM

Rendition by the group, Southern Cross, about which I know nothing (anyone??):   https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=29flhN1MUfI&t=75s


Cheers, R-J

Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: rich-joy
Date: 30 Oct 20 - 02:51 AM

Beneath the Southern Cross

BUSHWACKERS from 30th Anniversary recording (c.2004) : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RB9gX309YPw

Lyrics are here : https://www.musixmatch.com/lyrics/The-Bushwackers/Beneath-the-Southern-Cross




When I was searching for a non-Bushwackers version to listen to, of the Louis McManus song “Beneath the Southern Cross” (anyone?), YT threw up this interesting Kiwi number of the same title.
It incorporates Maori singing and bagpipes with contemporary Presbyterian songwriting and singing by Malcolm Gordon!!

So in case you t’other siders think Down Under is populated completely by heathens and unbelievers, this is for you!! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y2A8MzzT8Qc

Intrigued by his voice, I then found some other songs by Malcolm (who is based in Dunedin, Sth Island, NZ) :

“Hey Stranger” spotlighting the scourge of Family Violence (“Hey Stranger, Hey Neighbour, you don’t need wings to be my angel”) : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tJjOjsiuY5U

And the celtic sounds of “St Magnus, Earl of Orkney Isles” : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Acp2KYDTPj4&list=PLsF6D_aH3P9nBPYfRRO-mKODtNVDi1tG5&index=16

More here : https://malcolmgordon.bandcamp.com/album/the-cobblers-grandson



Okay, that’s enuff of that for today!
R-J

Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: rich-joy
Date: 29 Oct 20 - 11:32 PM

Now, I know this might not be quite “PC” these days, but as a good Aussie babyboomer sheila, I’ve always had a sneaky fondness for this song (reckon it having a good chune to sing and harmonise with, helps heaps!!)

Written by Cairns cane farmer and local troubadour (and pig hunter), Jack Crossland, c.1953? and set to the US trad tune of “On Top of Old Smokey” (which song I have always hated – go figure ……)


THE PIG-CATCHER’S LOVE SONG
(aka CAIRNS BITTER BEER)

Oh marry me, darling, I love you sincere,
I love you the way I love Cairns Bitter Beer.

Chorus:
Oh Cairns Bitter Beer, love. Oh Cairns Bitter Beer,
I love you the way I love Cairns Bitter Beer.

I have an old humpy, a camp oven or two,
A rifle and pig-dogs; now I only want you.

You’ll never go hungry as long as you live,
With sweet-bucks and mangoes and slabs of wild pig.

I’ll always be faithful, and reasonably true,
I may love other women but I’ll mostly love you.

I’ll often get drunken, and sometimes tell lies,
But I often will tell you how blue are your eyes.

Oh, marry me, darling, I never will fail,
There are worse blokes than me, love, but they’re mostly in gaol.


I recall my late Beloved going pig hunting with a local catcher and his 2 big dogs in the littoral rainforest next to our home in Darwin. Unlike my bloke, the hunter and his dogs were barefoot, but they soon left him behind!
So much for Paul’s regular training runs with the Hash House Harriers (or perhaps the ever-flowing after-run beer must share the blame?? :)

Here is a clip of Jason & Chloe Roweth live at Humph Hall in Sydney : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3nP_nL-PBuw



R-J

Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: rich-joy
Date: 29 Oct 20 - 09:16 PM

This poem was a huge favourite in class of my Grade 6 – 7 in the early 60s. We wept buckets internally, whilst a few tears were allowed escape to run down sweaty cheeks (well, dry summer temps of 100* were not unusual in Perth in those days).

A setting by renowned folkie, Martyn Wyndham-Read :   https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1DA1ysiidUk

A setting by country legend, Slim Dusty : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eTFMynKlhH4

But, I’m afraid I find neither of those chunes very satisfying!! Does anyone know of alternatives??


The Ballad of the Drover

Across the stoney ridges,
Across the lonely plain,
Young Harry Dale, the drover,
Comes riding home again.
And well his stock horse bears him;
And light of heart is he ;
And stoutly his old pack horse
Is trotting by his knee.

Up Queensland way with cattle
He travell'd regions vast ;
And many months have vanish'd
Since home has known him. last.
He hums a.song of some one
He hopes to marry soon ;
And hobble-chains and campware
Keep jingling to the tune.

Beyond the sunny dado
Against the lower skies,
And yon blue line of ranges
The distant station lies.
And thitherward the drover
Jogs through the hazy noon,
With hobble-chains and campware
All jingling to a tune.

An hour has fill'd the heavens
With clouds all inky black ;
At times the lightning trickles
Around the drover's track ;
But Harry pushes onward ;
His horses' strength he tries,
In hopes to reach the river
Before the flood shall rise.

The thunder from the heavens
Goes rolling o'er the plains ;
And down on thirsty pastures
In torrents dash the rains.
And ev'ry gorge and gully
Sends forth its little flood;
Till the river runs a "banker,"
All stain'd with yellow mud.

Now Harry.speaks to "Rover,"
Who hardship little recks,
And to his sturdy horses,
And strokes their shaggy necks;
"We've conquer'd greater rivers
When floods were at their height ;
Nor will this gutter stop us
From reaching home to-night !"

The thunder growls a warning ;
The ghastly lightnings gleam;
As the drover turns his horses,
To swim the fatal stream.
But, oh! the flood runs stronger
Than e'er it ran before ;
The saddle horse is failing,
And only half-way o'er !

When flashes next the lightning,
The flood's gray breast is blank ;
And a cattle dog and pack horse
Are struggling up the bank.
But on the bank to northward,
Or on the southern shore,
The stock horse with his rider
Will struggle out no more.

The faithful dog a moment
Sits panting on the bank,
And then swims through the current
To where his master sank.
And round and round in circle,
He fights with failing strength,
Till borne down by the waters,
The old dog sinks at length.

Across the flooded lowlands
And slopes of sodden loam
The pack horse struggles onward,
To take dumb tidings home.
And mudstain'd, wet, and weary,
Thro' ranges dark goes he,
With hobble-chains and tinware,
All sounding eerily.
* * * * * *
The floods are in the ocean ;
The stream is clear again ;
And now a verdant carpet
Is etretch'd across the plain.
But some one's eyes are sadden' d ;
And some one's heart still bleeds
In sorrow for the drover
Who sleeps among the reeds.

Henry Lawson.
Sydney; 1889.

Published Mon 7th Oct, 1889 in Sydney’s “The Evening News”: https://trove.nla.gov.au/newspaper/article/117027640


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nmj9IHeVZ68&list=PLkynhFef6n07fEkek82LCbR4Epsyn7NJW&index=10&t=0s
a narration (by person unknown), of Lawson’s “The Union Buries Its Dead” of the burial of an unknown drover who was drowned, but described elsewhere as evidence of Lawson’s Nihlism. Whatever. Just hope that the memory of young ‘Harry Dale, the Drover’ (and his faithful dog, Rover), received better treatment in his home district!! (that last verse rarely gets recited/sung).

Another slight thread post creep, but Paul Hemphill’s “The Drover’s Dog and other stories” can be found here : https://howlinginfinite.files.wordpress.com/2015/07/3-the-drovers-dog.pdf


ENJOY (but shed a tear or two!)

R-J

Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: Stewie
Date: 29 Oct 20 - 09:03 PM

This song by Slim Dusty (David Kirkpatrick) would have to be considered folk in Australia's north, particularly the Northern Territory where it was hammered on every juke box. Back in the day, Slim was king of the outback. Despite its condescending tone and the horrendous line 'His skin was black but his heart was white and that's what mattered most', the Aborigines loved 'Trumby'. I recall a concert at a Gold Rush Folk festival in Tennant Creek. It was held in the CWA hall which had windows opening on to the main street. Aborigines passing by were yelling into the windows, 'Sing Trumby!'

TRUMBY
(D.Kirkpatrick/J.Daly)

Trumby was a ringer
A good one too at that
He could rake and ride a twister
Throw a rope and fancy plait
He could count a line of saddle
Track a man lost in the night
Trumby was a good boy but he couldn't read or write

Trumby was dependable
He never took to beer
The boss admired him so much
One day made him overseer
It never went to Trumby's head
He didn't boast or skite
Trumby was a good boy but he couldn't read or write.

The drought was on the country
The grass in short supply
The tanks were getting lower and the water holes near dry
Cattle started dying
And relief was not in sight
To estimate the losses Trumby couldn't read or write.

He rode around the station pulling cattle from the bogs
To save them being torn apart by eagles,crows and dogs
He saw a notice on a tree
It wasn't there last night
Trumby tried to understand but he couldn't read or write.

On bended knee down in the mud
Trumby had a drink
Swung the reins and to his horse said, ‘We go home I think
Tell 'im boss about the sign, 'im read 'im good alright
One day boss's missus teach 'im Trumby read and write’

Well concern was felt for Trumby
He hadn't used his bed
Next day beside that muddy hole, they found the ringer dead
And a piece of tin tied to a tree then caught the boss's eye
He read the words of 'Poison Here'
And signed by Dogger Fry

Now the stock had never used that hole along that stony creek
And Trumby's bag was empty
It had frayed and sprung a leak
The dogs were there in hundreds
And the dogger in his plight
Told the boss he never knew poor Trumby couldn't read or write

Now Trumby was a ringer
As solid as a post
His skin was black but his heart was white and that's what mattered most
Sometimes I think how sad it is in this world with all its might
That a man like Trumby met his death because he couldn't read or write.

Couldn't read or write
Couldn't read or write

Youtube clip

--Stewie.

Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: Stewie
Date: 29 Oct 20 - 08:29 PM

SONG OF THE INLAND RAIN
(J.Sorensen/R.Montgomery)

There's a rain that falls when the sheep are dead
Away on the wide nor’-western plains
When storm clouds gather overhead,
And the west is red e'er the daylight wanes

Rain on the inland ranges
Rain on the parching plains
All day long the grey rain falls
On a land where it seldom rains
Over the wilting wilderness
Where drought's grim curse has lain
Long overdue, God's blessing falls
In the swirl of the inland rain

When the hills rise blue in the haze of noon
And the heat waves dance o'er the stony plain
When red at night hangs the nor'-west moon
When men despair, comes inland rain

Rain on the ironstone ridges
Cool life-giving rain
Day and night it patters down
Till the rivers run again
Sweet is the drowsy cadence
To those whose hopes seemed vain
That steady drone on the station roof
The song of the inland rain

Youtube clip

--Stewie.

Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: Stewie
Date: 28 Oct 20 - 09:59 PM

OUT BACK
(H.Lawson/P.Roeterdink)

The old year went, and the new returned, in the withering weeks of drought
The cheque was spent that the shearer earned, and the sheds were all cut out
The publican's words were short and few, and the publican's looks were black
And the time had come, as the shearer knew, to carry his swag out back.

For time means tucker, and tramp you must where the scrubs and plains are wide
With seldom a track that a man can trust, or a mountain peak to guide
All day long in the dust and heat when summer is on the track
With stinted stomachs and blistered feet, they carry their swags out back

He tramped away from the shanty there when the days were long and hot
With never a soul to know or care if he died on the track or not
The poor of the city have friends in woe, no matter how much they lack
But only God and the swagmen know how a poor man fares out back

He begged his way on the parched Paroo and the Warrego tracks once more
And lived like a dog, as the swagmen do, till the western stations shore
But men were many, and sheds were full, for work in the town was slack
The traveller never got hands in wool, though he tramped for a year out back.

In stifling noons when his back was wrung by its load, and the air seemed dead
And the water warmed in the bag that hung to his aching arm like lead
Or in times of flood, when plains were seas, and the scrubs were cold and black
He ploughed in mud to his trembling knees, and paid for his sins out back

He blamed himself in the year ‘Too Late' -- in the heaviest hours of life --
'Twas little he dreamed that a shearing mate had care of his home and wife
There are times when wrongs from your kindred come and treacherous tongues attack
When a man is better away from home, and dead to the world out back

And dirty and careless and old he wore, as his lamp of hope grew dim
He tramped for years till the swag he bore seemed part of himself to him
As a bullock drags in the sandy ruts, he followed the dreary track
With never a thought but to reach the huts when the sun went down out back

It chanced one day, when the north wind blew in his face like a furnace breath
He left the track for a tank he knew -- 'twas a shortcut to his death
For the bed of the tank was hard and dry, and crossed with many a crack
And, oh, it's a terrible thing to die of thirst in the scrub out back

A drover came, but the fringe of law was eastward many a mile
He never reported the thing he saw, for it was not worth his while
The tanks are full and the grass is high in the mulga off the track
Where the bleaching bones of a white man lie by his mouldering swag out back

For time means tucker, and tramp they must where the plains and scrubs are wide
With seldom a track that a man can trust, or a mountain peak to guide
All day long in the flies and heat the men of the outside track
With stinted stomachs and blistered feet must carry their swags out back

Phil Roeterdink of Loaded Dog put a tune to this Lawson poem. Above is the complete poem. The Dog used the second stanza as a chorus and omitted several stanzas.

Listen on this page:

Click

--Stewie.

Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: rich-joy
Date: 28 Oct 20 - 09:20 PM

The Armistice was signed at 11am on the 11th day of the 11th month in 1918, to end The Great War, 1914-18 (ostensibly, "the war to end all wars"). Despite this agreement, shelling continued from both sides until nightfall.
In Australia, this commemorative day is now more commonly known as Remembrance Day : remembering all the fallen in all the conflicts in which Australia has taken part, and red poppies are worn by many as a personal symbol.

Noel dedicates this song to an injured ex-soldier friend, from Australia's more recent conflicts, who was treated shabbily by the 'Powers that Be'.


Armistice Day

by Noel Gardner, 2006


Silence tolls an hour ‘fore midday on the second last month of the year
Images flash on the eleventh day, as memories disappear
Now medals hang proudly and tributes flow as politicians push their line
Another year, less truth said, another war to justify.

Defend your country the posters read, in the name of national pride
But they don’t defend our soldiers of war, as disease eats them inside
Lying on his back in his hospital bed, he recalls in tales of pain
Denials, whitewash, cover-ups, protect the government’s shame.

Ch.
May we remember, lest we forget?
But the killings go on in the name of religion
In the hills and the deserts yet,
May we remember, lest we forget?
But the killings go on in the name of religion
In the hills and the deserts yet.

High in the sky, a target is selected from dots on the face of a screen
But the pilot never sees or hears from his cockpit the blood soaked tears and screams
Out in the field an innocent child, falls prey to clusters of time
Inhumanity, ideology, combines with greed and science.

Hide the coffins, distort statistics, don’t let anyone see
Rape for profit, kill for oil, in the name of liberty
Hollow words laced with fear fuel the government ‘guise
And in the in the name of deceit, spin and business, another soldier dies.

Ch.


But the killings go on in the name of religion
In the hills and the deserts yet.

Silence tolls an hour ‘fore midday on the second last month of the year……



Here is a clip of Noel Gardner & Alex Bridge singing "Armistice Day" :
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YpvMc5PPw3c


R-J

Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: Stewie
Date: 28 Oct 20 - 08:44 PM

RATTLIN' BONES
(K.Chambers/S.Nicholson)

Smoke don't rise, fuel don't burn
Sun don't shine no more
Late one night, sorrow come round
Scratching at my door

But I cut my hands and break my back
Dragging this bag of stones
Till they bury me down beneath the ground
With the dust and rattlin' bones

Left my home and left my love
Caught on a rusty nail
Devil rose up heavy with gold
My soul's not for sale

Then a holy man in a house of God
He offered me a book of prayer
But when I left my home and I left my love
Left my faith back there

Smoke don't rise, fuel don't burn
Sun don't shine no more
Late one night, sorrow come round
Scratching at my door

But I cut my hands and break my back
Dragging this bag of stones
Till they bury me down beneath the ground
With the dust and rattlin' bones

Shut my eyes and hang my head
Darkness makes no sound
Climb it up, bottom there
Earth's on the way back down

When a sadness falls on the morning bird
Wonder what the day will bring
But I shut my eyes and hang my head
At least that bird can sing

Smoke don't rise, fuel don't burn
Sun don't shine no more
Late one night, sorrow come round
Scratching at my door

But I cut my hands and break my back
Dragging this bag of stones
Till they bury me down beneath the ground
With the dust and rattlin' bones
Till they bury me down beneath the ground
With the dust and rattlin' bones

The title track of their delightful and best album.

Youtube clip

--Stewie.

Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: Stewie
Date: 28 Oct 20 - 08:12 PM

THE BROKEN THINGS
(Shane Nicholson)

Just like that old toy train
No longer bright shining red
Just like that rusted chain
Sitting on a tyre by the shed

All these things can make me smile
So I'd like to keep you around for a while
'Cos babe I love all the broken things
And you're a broken thing

Just like that busted chair
That no one ever tried to mend
Just like that creaking stair
Wants to let you know it's hurting again

Everything that falls apart
Will find a home in my heart
'Cos babe I love all the broken things
And you're a broken thing

Just like that old toy train
Just like that creaking stair
Just like that rusted chain
Just like that lonely busted chair

All these things can make me smile
So I'd like to keep you around for a while
'Cos babe I love all the broken things
Everything that falls apart
Will find a home in my heart
'Cos babe I love all the broken things
And you're a broken thing

Youtube clip

--Stewie.

Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 28 Oct 20 - 02:55 AM

no, Jennie I don't remember learning Bell-birds at school, but as I know the words (some of the words) I must have "learnt"/"studied" it there!

My GreatAunt & Grandmother lived at West Gosford, close to Henry Kendall Cottage & we used to hear bellbirds in the area!

sandra

Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: Stewie
Date: 27 Oct 20 - 11:15 PM

KEEPING SO THIN
(J.S.Neilson/C.O'Sullivan & C.Pearce)

The red cow will come, it is even
With frost in the air
The white blood she gives for the little one
Keeping so fair

The father will say at the sundown
How white is her skin
He looks for the smile of the little one
Keeping so thin

The red cow is out on the rushes
The old swans near by
They see all the turns in the weather
The scowl in the sky

The land is all buckshot and sorrow
It cries like a prayer.
The rubble it writes in the cutting grass
Famine is there.

The young lad has toppled the sheoak
The red cow comes in
She eats of the leaves for the little one
Keeping so thin

The lean year it is for the honey
When half the trees fail
But the red cow is good to the little one
Keeping so pale

The father has fears at the sundown
What grave night can bear
To the little one having no mother
And seeming so fair

The young girl who watches at nightfall
Old dreams will obey
Of dim time – the fairies – the moonlight
The lifting away

Another lovely Neilson poem to which Cathie O'Sullivan and Cleis Pearce put a tune.

Youtube clip

--Stewie.

Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: Stewie
Date: 27 Oct 20 - 10:26 PM

BLOOD RED ROSES
(Anon)

Come all you sealers and listen to me
A lovely song I'll sing to thee
It was in eighteen hundred and three
Come down you blood red roses, come down
That we set sail for the southern sea
Oh you pinks and posies
Come down you blood red roses, come down

Our captain has set us down
And he has sailed for Sydney town
And he has left us with some grub
Come down you blood red roses, come down
Just one split pea in a ten pound tub
Oh you pinks and posies
Come down you blood red roses, come down

A bull seal he is bigger than a mouse
But a sealer's lot is lower than a louse
And now we're all covered over with fur
Come down you blood red roses, come down
We've grown us tails like Lucifer
Oh you pinks and posies
Come down you blood red roses, come down

An when our captain he returns to hell
Come down you blood red roses, come down
Why we will treat him here for a spell
Come down you blood red roses, come down

'Blood Red Roses' is a work song, a halyard chanty. When we string the different chanty-man cries together, they tell a story - a woeful one, but hardly exaggerated, for most sealing gangs that worked the southern bays and islands suffered from lack of food, exposure to wind and cold or to being completely forgotten. In 1813, one boat took five men off the Solanders. Two of them had been there since 1808. They had made their own clothing and shelters of sealskin and had eaten nothing but seal meat. The yankee whale ship, 'Enterprise', rescued three men from the Snares in 1817. These men had been set down in 1810 with but one quart of rice, a half-bushel of potatoes and an iron pot. 'Song of a Young Country' p12.

Youtube clip

--Stewie.

Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: JennieG
Date: 27 Oct 20 - 09:10 PM

A thought has popped into my mind, as they do from time to time.

Henry Kendall's poem "Bell-birds" has been sung - I think by Kate Delaney? - to the tune of 'The spinning wheel' ("Mary, the moonlight to shine is beginning....." That would make a nice addition to the list.

Hands up if you remember having "Bell-birds" in your poetry list at school.

Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: Stewie
Date: 27 Oct 20 - 08:49 PM

THERE IS ANGUISH IN KNOWING
(D.Hewett/C.O’Sullivan)

There is anguish in knowing that I cannot reach you
This kiss can break no barrier of bone
I know no ease of language that might teach you
In that last place where we stand alone
Only in bitter struggle do we grow wise
Knowing no quarter, and no compromise

There is anguish in knowing that I cannot break you
Beyond this wall of flesh you stand intact
Ah! with what fingernails of hate I’ll rake you
Till love has ground its teeth on sour fact
Eyes, mouth and hands made blind, compassionate
Beyond the sting of love, the burr of hate

There is anguish in knowing we can never meet
In this small room where we are most alone
And yet the grass against the root grows sweet
And yet the flesh tastes sweeter at the bone
Four walls of love and sunlight on the floor
And the Judas kiss that closes the last door

Cathie O'Sullivan put a tune to this dark little poem by Dorothy Hewett.

Youtube clip

--Stewie.

Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 26 Oct 20 - 11:26 PM

I've just come across Ron Fairburn & am looking for the appropriate mondegreen thread to publish research by one of my friends. found it! & posted the story

His lockdown projects include sorting thru 60+ years of songs, tunes, tapes, other media, & other stuff & he noted something odd in the lyrics of one of Slim Dusty's greatest hits, a song that EVERYONE says was written by Slim.

Well, it was written by Ron Fairburn & the original words make sense. There are lots of lyric sites crediting Slim, probably more than those crediting Ron!

Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: Stewie
Date: 26 Oct 20 - 10:13 PM

THE MINER
(Anon)

The miner he goes and changes his clothes
And then makes his way to the shaft
For each man well knows he's going below
To put in his eight hours of graft

Chorus
With his calico cap and his old flannel shirt
His pants with the strap 'round the knee
His boots watertight and his candle alight
His crib and his billy of tea

The platman to the driver will knock four and one
The ropes to the windlass will strain
As one shift comes up, another goes down
And mining commences again

He works hard for his pay at six bob a day
He toils for his missus and kids
He gets what's left over and thinks he's in clover
To cut off his 'baccy from quids

And thus he goes on, week in and week out
To toil for his life's daily bread
He's off to the mine, hail, rain or shine
That his dear ones at home may be fed

Digging holes in the ground where there's gold to be found
But most times where gold it is not
A man's like a rabbit with this digging habit
And, like one, he ought to be shot

Youtube clip

--Stewie.

Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: Stewie
Date: 26 Oct 20 - 09:26 PM

THE TEAMS
(H.Lawson/C.O’Sullivan)

A cloud of dust on the long white road
And the teams go creeping on
Inch by inch with the weary load
And by the power of the green-hide goad
The distant goal is won

With eyes half-shut to the blinding dust
And necks to the yoke bent low
The beasts are pulling as bullocks must
And the shining tyres might almost rust
While the spokes are turning slow

With face half-hid 'neath a broad-brimmed hat
That shades from the heat's white waves
And shouldered whip with its green-hide plait
The driver plods with a gait like that
Of his weary, patient slaves

He wipes his brow, for the day is hot
And spits to the left with spite
He shouts at Bally and flicks at Scot
And raises dust from the back of Spot
And spits to the dusty right

He'll sometimes pause as a thing of form
In front of a settler's door
And ask for a drink, and remark `It's warm’
Or say `There's signs of a thunderstorm'
But he seldom utters more

For rains are heavy on roads like these
And fronting his lonely home
For days together the settler sees
The wagon bogged down to the axle trees
Or ploughing the sodden loam

And then when the roads are at their worst
The bushman's children hear
The cruel blows of the whips reversed
While bullocks pull as their hearts would burst
And bellow with pain and fear

And thus with glimpses of home and rest
Are the long, long journeys done
And thus -- 'tis a thankless task at best —
Is distance fought in the mighty west
And the lonely battles won

Cathie O'Sullivan put a tune to this Lawson poem.

Youtube clip

Loaded Dog also recorded it on 'Hair of the Dog':

Listen

--Stewie.

Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: Stewie
Date: 26 Oct 20 - 08:49 PM

REMEMBER PORT MELBOURNE
(Rob Fairbairn)

Remember Port Melbourne on Saturday night
At the pub that they call Molly Bloom's
Remember the sailors, the drunks and the fights
And the band at the end of the room
And do you remember the first time we met
You soon had me under your spell
It was one of those moments I'll never forget
Oh yes, I remember it well

Chorus:
They sang 'Waltzing Matilda', they played 'The Wild Rover'
Pat Reilly and Molly Malone they were there
The band kept singing it over and over
Oh don't you remember, my dear

Old Gentleman Jim had his place by the bar
A silver-topped cane in his hand
Big Eddie he borrowed the singer's guitar
And he strummed out 'The Black Velvet Band'
We were lost in the music, swept up by the sound
We knew all the words to the songs
When the man on the banjo sang 'Rain Tumbles Down'
The whole of the bar sang along

I met you at Molly's on Saturday night
I was nervous and shy, you were young
So I went to the bar and I bought us a pint
And the alcohol loosened our tongues
We spoke of the present, we honoured the past
The words began flowing like wine
We savoured each moment like it was the last
While the band played along all the time

Last Chorus:
The sang 'Waltzing Matilda', the played 'The Wild Rover'
Ned Kelly and Henry and Banjo were there
The band kept on singing it over and over
Oh don't you remember, my dear

From Loaded Dog 'A Coastline Facing West'.

I just found a web page where Loaded Dog songs can be heard. Listen here:

Remember Port Melbourne

--Stewie.

Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: Stewie
Date: 26 Oct 20 - 08:03 PM

THE SANDY MARANOA
(A.W.Davis/Trad)

The night is dark and stormy and the sky is clouded o'er
Our horses we will mount and ride away
To watch the squatters' cattle through the darkness of the night
And we'll keep them on the camp till break of day

Chorus
For we're going going going to Gunnedah so far
And we'll soon be into sunny New South Wales
We shall bid farewell to Queensland with its swampy coolibah
Happy drovers from the sandy Maranoa

When the fires are burning bright through the darkness of the night
And the cattle camping quiet well I'm sure
That I wish for two o'clock when I call the other watch
This is droving from the sandy Maranoa

Our beds made on the ground, we are sleeping all so sound
When we're wakened by the distant thunder's roar
And the lightning's vivid flash followed by an awful crash
It's rough on drovers from the sandy Maranoa

We are up at break of day and we're all soon on the way
For we always have to go ten miles or more
It don't do to loaf about or the squatter will come out
He's strict on drovers from the sandy Maranoa

We shall soon be on the Moonie and we'll cross the Barwon too
Then we'll be out upon the rolling plains once more
We'll shout hurrah for old Queensland with its swampy coolibah
And the cattle that come off the Maranoa

From p130 ‘Old Bush Songs’.

Youtube clip

--Stewie.

Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: Stewie
Date: 25 Oct 20 - 11:52 PM

That's a goodly number, Sandra.

I don't have anything on phones or iPads. I have LPs, CDs and books. I must admit that my Oz and NZ collection is much smaller than my old-timey, blues, American folk, Americana etc collection but it's okay.

--Stewie.

Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 25 Oct 20 - 11:38 PM

surely you must be coming to the end of yous songbook, Stewie, it must be bigger than an old fashioned Sydney Telephone book - inches thick!

or is it all in a little phone or iPad?

now we are 363!

Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: Stewie
Date: 25 Oct 20 - 09:16 PM

THE OLD BULLOCK DRAY
(Traditional)

Oh! the shearing is all over and the wool is coming down
And I mean to get a wife, boys, when I go up to town
Everything that has two legs represents itself to view
From the little paddy-melon to the bucking kangaroo

Chorus:
So, it's roll up your blankets and let's make a push
I'll take you up the country and I'll show you the bush
I'll be bound you won't get such a chance another day
So come on and take possession of my old bullock dray

I've saved up a good cheque I mean to buy a team
And when I get a missus, boys, I will be all serene
For, in calling at the depot they say there's no delay
To get an off-sider for the old bullock dray

Oh, we'll live like fighting cocks, for good living I'm your man
We'll have leather-jacks, johnny cakes and fritters in the pan
And if you'd like some fish, I'll catch you some soon,
For we'll bob for barramundies round the banks of a lagoon.

Oh, yes, of beef and damper I'll take care we'll have enough,
We'll boil in the bucket such a whopper of a duff
And our friends will dance, in the honour of the day
To the music of the bells of the old bullock dray

Oh, we'll have plenty girls, yes, you must mind that
There'll be flash little Maggie, and Buck-jumping Pat
There'll be Stringy-Bark Joe, and Greenhide Mike
Yes, my colonials, just as many as you like

Now we'll stop all immigration, we won't need it any more
We'll be having young colonials, twins by the score
And I wonder what the devil Jack Robertson would say
If he saw us promenading round the old bullock dray

There are numerous versions of this song. This one was collected from Stan Wakefield and posted to Mudcat back in the day by Bob Bolton. Ron Edwards published a 10-stanza version in his massive tome. Edwards noted that the tune is basically ’Turkey in the straw’.

I like this leisurely rendition by Mucky Duck albeit it omits the last 2 stanzas of the above version. It could well have accommodated an extra verse instead of the la-la-la stuff.

Youtube clip

--Stewie.

Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: Stewie
Date: 25 Oct 20 - 08:31 PM

ONE LITTLE STAR
(Eric Bogle)

When I need to feel you near me
I stand in this quiet place
Where the silver light of countless stars
Falling on my face
Though they all shine so brightly
Somehow it comforts me to know
That some that burn the brightest
Died an eternity ago

But your light still shines
It's one small star to guide me
And it helps me to hold back the dark
Your light's still shining in my heart

I'm learning how to live without you
And I never thought I could
And even how to smile again
I never thought I would
And I cherish your heart's memories
Cause they bring you back to life
Some caress me gently
And some cut me like a knife

But your light still shines
It's one small star to guide me
And it helps me to hold back the dark
Your light's still shining in my heart

Can your soul be out there somewhere
Beyond the infinity of time
I guess you've found some answers now
I'll have to wait for mine
When my light joins with yours one day
We'll shine through time and space
And one day fall in a distant age
Upon some stranger's face

But your light still shines
It's one small star to guide me
And it helps me to hold back the dark
Your light's still shining in my heart
Your light's still shining in my heart

Youtube clip

--Stewie.

Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: Stewie
Date: 25 Oct 20 - 08:08 PM

THE GOOD OLD CONCERTINA
(H.Lawson/M.Wyndham-Read)

'Twas merry when the hut was full
Of jolly girls and fellows
We danced and sang until we burst
The concertina's bellows
From distant Darling to the sea
From the Downs to Riverina
Has e'er a gum in all the west
Not heard the concertina

'Twas peaceful round the campfire blaze
The long white branches o'er us
We'd play the tunes of bygone days
To some good old bush chorus
Old Erin's harp may sweeter be
The Scottish pipes blow keener
But sing an old bush song for me
To the good old concertina

'Twas cosy by the hut-fire bright
When the pint pot passed between us
We drowned the voice of the stormy night
With the good old concertina
Though trouble drifts along the years,
And the pangs of care grow keener
My heart is gladdened when it hears
That good old concertina

Youtube clip

The tune following the poem in the YT clip is ‘Echuca Waltz’ from the playing of Harry Schaefer of Forbes collected by Rob Willis.

--Stewie.

Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: Stewie
Date: 24 Oct 20 - 10:49 PM

THE ROAD TO NULLAGINE
(Grieg/Abbott)

I am with a survey party in the place that God forgot
And for White Australia it's the daddy of the lot
There ain't a drop of water anywhere along the line
There ain't no shady places on the road to Nullagine

Chorus:
I've tasted life in No Man's Land, I've fed the flies outback
I've tramped with empty tucker bags on Lawson's lonely track
I've toiled in northern Queensland where I thought the sun could shine
But no mistake, this takes the cake, the road to Nullagine

With a jigger on my shoulder and a waterbag in hand
I'm tramping' through the spinifex and ploughing up the sand
I'm sopping wet with honest sweat and salty as the brine
I'm boiled and baked and roasted on the road to Nullagine

When I wake up in the mornings, a swarm of hungry flies
Are trying to bore out holes in the corners of my eyes
I'm prickly heat from head to foot, this old frame of mine
Has had the dengue fever on the road to Nullagine

It's headaches, toothaches, bung eyes in a sling
Barcoo rot and God knows what - I can't eat anything
I'm all wrapped up in bandages, tied up with bits of twine
I'm like a walking leper on the road to Nullagine

One day I drank some water, 'twas from a scalding well
And very shortly after I felt inclined to yell
A burning hot sensation ran up and down my spine
I thought I was a gonner on the road to Nullagine

It's hermit crab and cock-eyed bobs, tinned dog and kangaroo
A change of diet once a month, boiled mutton or a stew
If we crave for pig or poultry when we're sitting down to dine
We thank the Lord for all we've got on the road to Nullagine

One night I went to Marble Bar, 'twas shortly after dark
And all the mongs for miles around came at me with a bark
I had a drop of amber, a shilling every time
There ain't no pots for sixpence on the road to Nullagine

It's public bars and fat cigars and let your sugar scoot
And decorate your wardrobe with a white pearl-button shirt
If you wear the good old dungarees and hobnails number nine
They class you as a nigger on the road to Nullagine

I've seen some queerish places I thought God had forgot
Out in the never-never where we used to call it hot
But this little bit o' country when old sol comes out to shine
Is the nearest place to hell on earth, this road to Nullagine

Another cracker from Roger Montgomery's 'Pilbara Connection'. The tune is given at pp140-141 of that collection. It was composed by Ted Grieg of Nullagine who could neither read nor write. He died about 1948. It was supplied to Montgomery by Tony Moriaty of Port Hedland. Evidently, it has also been published in Bill Scott's 'Penguin Book of Australian Humorous Verse'.



--Stewie.

Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: Stewie
Date: 24 Oct 20 - 10:00 PM

THE FLASH STOCKMAN
(Anon)

I'm a stockman to me trade and they call me Ugly Dave
I'm old and grey and only got one eye
In the yard I'm good, of course, but just put me on a horse
I'll go where lots of young 'uns daren't try

I've led 'em through the gidgee over country rough and ridgy
I'll loose them in the very worst of scrub
I can ride both rough and easy, with a brumby I'm a daisy
And a rightdown bobby-dazzler in a pub

Just watch me use the whip, I can give the dawdlers gyp
I can make the flamin' echoes roar and ring
With a branding-iron, well, I'm a perfect flamin' swell
In fact I'm duke of every blasted thing

To watch me skin a sheep, it's so perfect you could weep
I can act the silvertail as if my blood was blue
You could strike me pink or dead, if I stood upon me head
I'd be just as good as any other two

I've a notion in me pate that it's luck, it isn't fate
That I'm so far above the common run
So, in everything I do, you could cut me square in two
For I'm much two flamin' good to be in one

Youtube clip

--Stewie.

Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: Stewie
Date: 24 Oct 20 - 09:45 PM

THE BUSHRANGERS
(Edward Harrington)

Four horseman rode out from the heart of the range
Four horseman with aspects forbidding and strange
They were booted and spurred, they were armed to the teeth
And they frowned as they looked at the valley beneath
As forward they rode through the rocks and the fern
Ned Kelly, Dan Kelly, Steve Hart and Joe Byrne.

Ned Kelly drew rein and he shaded his eyes
'The town's at our mercy! See yonder it lies!
To hell with the troopers!' - he shook his clenched fist
'We will shoot them like dogs if they dare to resist!'
And all of them nodded, grim-visaged and stern
Ned Kelly, Dan Kelly, Steve Hart and Joe Byrne

Through the gullies and creeks they rode silently down
They stuck-up the station and raided the town
They opened the safe and they looted the bank
They laughed and were merry, they ate and they drank
Then off to the ranges they went with their gold
Oh! never were bandits more reckless and bold

But time brings its punishment, time travels fast
And the outlaws were trapped in Glenrowan at last
Where three of them died in the smoke and the flame
And Ned Kelly came back - to the last he was game
But the Law shot him down (he was fated to hang)
And that was the end of the bushranging gang

Whatever their faults and whatever their crimes
Their deeds lend romance to those faraway times
They have gone from the gullies they haunted of old
And nobody knows where they buried their gold
To the ranges they loved they will never return
Ned Kelly, Dan Kelly, Steve Hart and Joe Byrne

But at times when I pass through that sleepy old town
Where the far-distant peaks of Strathbogie look down
I think of the days when those grim ranges rang
To the galloping hooves of the bushranging gang.
Though the years bring oblivion, time brings a change
The ghosts of the Kellys still ride from the range

Youtube clip

Edward Harrington

--Stewie.