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Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia

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Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: Stewie
Date: 14 Jan 21 - 09:08 PM

Here's a YT clip of Hallom's edited version of 'Where dead men lie' referenced by GerryM in a post above on 26 December:

Youtube clip

Gerry Hallom also took a poem by Banjo Paterson and turned it into a fine song:

THE FIRST SURVEYOR
(Paterson/Hallom)

The opening of the railway line, the governor and all
With flags and banners down the street, a banquet and a ball
The bands are marching on parade, playing loud and clear
And all the town is gathered ‘round to cheer the engineer

Chorus
The opening of the railway line, they’re raising cheer on cheer
The man who brought the railway through, our friend the engineer

They cheer his pluck and enterprise, his engineering skill
’Twas my old father who found a way beyond that big red hill
Before the engineer was born, he forged a mountain way
And it was our first camping ground - just where I live today

Chorus

Others came across the range and built a township here
And then there came the railway line and this young engineer
Who rides around in luxury, he’s lauded and he’s praised
But after all he only took the trail, the same my old man blazed

Chorus

The old man’s long been dead and gone without feast or cheer
He’s buried by the railway line - I wonder does he hear
I wonder can he hear them pass and does he see the sights
When whistling shrill the Sydney trains go rolling by at night

Chorus

It seems they want me to come down, the oldest settler here
Present me to the governor and this young engineer
But I’ll do without the bands and flags, the speakers waxing free
I know who ought to get the cheers and that’s enough for me

Chorus

Youtube clip

The original poem:

THE FIRST SURVEYOR

"The opening of the railway line! -- the Governor and all!
With flags and banners down the street, a banquet and a ball.
Hark to 'em at the station now! They're raising cheer on cheer!
'The man who brought the railway through -- our friend the engineer.'
They cheer his pluck and enterprise and engineering skill!
'Twas my old husband found the pass behind that big red hill.
Before the engineer was born we'd settled with our stock
Behind that great big mountain chain, a line of range and rock --
A line that kept us starving there in weary weeks of drought,
With ne'er a track across the range to let the cattle out.

"'Twas then, with horses starved and weak and scarcely fit to crawl,
My husband went to find a way across the rocky wall.
He vanished in the wilderness -- God knows where he was gone --
He hunted till his food gave out, but still he battled on.
His horses strayed ('twas well they did), they made towards the grass,
And down behind that big red hill they found an easy pass.

"He followed up and blazed the trees, to show the safest track,
Then drew his belt another hole and turned and started back.
His horses died -- just one pulled through with nothing much to spare;
God bless the beast that brought him home, the old white Arab mare!
We drove the cattle through the hills, along the new-found way,
And this was our first camping-ground -- just where I live today.

"Then others came across the range and built the township here,
And then there came the railway line and this young engineer;
He drove about with tents and traps, a cook to cook his meals,
A bath to wash himself at night, a chain-man at his heels.
And that was all the pluck and skill for which he's cheered and praised,
For after all he took the track, the same my husband blazed!

"My poor old husband, dead and gone with never a feast nor cheer;
He's buried by the railway line! -- I wonder can he hear
When by the very track he marked, and close to where he's laid,
The cattle trains go roaring down the one-in-thirty grade.
I wonder does he hear them pass, and can he see the sight
When, whistling shrill, the fast express goes flaming by at night.

"I think 'twould comfort him to know there's someone left to care;
I'll take some things this very night and hold a banquet there --
The hard old fare we've often shared together, him and me,
Some damper and a bite of beef, a pannikin of tea:
We'll do without the bands and flags, the speeches and the fuss,
We know who ought to get the cheers -- and that's enough for us.

"What's that? They wish that I'd come down -- the oldest settler here!
Present me to the Governor and that young engineer!
Well, just you tell his Excellence, and put the thing polite,
I'm sorry, but I can't come down -- I'm dining out tonight!"

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: Stewie
Date: 13 Jan 21 - 07:20 PM

LAST TIME I SAW HIM
(Bob McNeill)

I stayed when all the men had gone
To drink to my husband's return
Their voices carried to the shore
Like the last time I saw him

He was in the fields when I was young
Nothing but toil in rain and sun
And the fertile earth our father sowed
Froze to ice in those winters
And drove the men out in their boats

But he was tall and dark
A raven like his father was so strong
And in my sons the eyes were brightest
As clear and bright as his

The only warning was the breeze
What chance a small boat in such seas
Tossed and turned away
Tossed and turned
Tossed and turned away from me

But he came home today
And all the men would say
They found him on a beach
Where his brothers used to play
In waves that tossed and turned

I stayed when all the men gone
And I prayed my husband would return
Their voices carried to the shore
The last time I saw him

The lyrics are from his website. The stanzas in the YT clip are in a different order.

Youtube clip

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: Stewie
Date: 12 Jan 21 - 07:28 PM

THE BALLAD OF FERGIE McCORMICK
(Marcus Turner)

Now, Fergie McCormick was walking one day
When he noticed a building on fire
The screams of a woman could plainly be heard
Through the flames as they soared ever higher
The trembling lady was clutching a baby
The building was ten stories high
It could plainly be seen that both she and the child
Were most certainly doomed for to die

Now the firemen were there with their ropes and their ladders
And holding a big trampoline
Though they tried to enourage the lady to jump
She was patently not very keen
For the babe was too small to survive such a fall
And so she refused to let go
What could they do, they were right in the stew
As they helplessly gazed from below

The up stepped the hero - ‘Tis Fergie McCormick’, he cried
‘Throw your baby to me
Fear not I will catch it, from death I shall snatch it
And safe in my arms it will be’
Now, the big fullback's arms and his masculine charms
Allayed all the young mother's fears
She cried, ‘Bless you Fergie!’
Then tossed her child over the edge, as her eyes filled with tears

Now, the rest of this story will long be remembered
In legend throughout all the land
For there, on the ground, as the crowd gathered round
The wee babe landed safe in his hands
‘He's rescued the child’, said the crowd, going wild
The excitement was plainly too much.
As they all stared in wonder, with a swift up-and-under
He kicked forty metres for touch

Youtube clip

The tune is 'The Catalpa'.

I first heard the joke some decades ago told in a pub session by Ted Egan. In that telling, the hero was an AFL high flyer by the name of Safe Hands Flanagan who bounced the babe three times and kicked him through a bakery door. The story is also often told with a soccer goalie as hero.

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: rich-joy
Date: 12 Jan 21 - 03:25 AM

FATHERS OF THIS COLONY

Wendy Evans / trad music

We left behind our homeland, the land where we were born
We sailed on the Parmelia**, around the wicked Horn
We had but few possessions; the other folk were grand
But we were richer far than they, because we loved the land.

In storms we reached our new land, the land that we have tamed
The gentry spoke in anger and said someone should be blamed
What use were silks and satins then; we blessed our homespun cloth
And hardy life that knew the land and braved the tempest wrath.

At last the ship offloaded us and cargo we had brought
The gentry brought their furniture, and carriages and port
Beside their piles of riches, our start in life looked poor
But basic needs and stock and seeds, and tools we brought ashore.

When given land, we cleared it soon with toil and aching back
And sowed the land and prayed for rain and built a simple shack
The gentry told their servants to clear acres by the score
But we knew what to sow and when, and so our land grew more.

We pioneered with heartbreak, because Nature asked for blood
We fought with drought and tempest, with fire and with flood
We built Western Australia. Will Men recall what’s true
That land, Men built this nation, and each day they fight anew.

Chorus:
It was not gold that built this land, but those who loved the earth
Their wisdom and their labour and their patience gave it birth
No rich man built this country, save other people’s toil
The Fathers of This Colony were those who loved the soil.


Another song from the 1979 Bi-Centenary recording project “Bound for Western Australia” by poet, Wendy Evans and musicians, The Settlers (Alan S. Ferguson & Sean Roche).
I have not found this track online and just hope that one day, someone will upload the whole excellent LP to the internet.


** WIKI tells us that the Parmelia was an 1825 Quebec-built barque, sold in 1827 to a director of the British East India Company. In 1829, it brought the first settlers and civilian officials to the new Swan River Colony, in what would become Western Australia, sighting the new colony on June 1st (= the beginning of winter).

Captain James Stirling, the civil superintendent of the colony, arrived on the HMS Challenger, with HMS Sulphur carrying a detachment of the 63rd Foot Regiment.   Stirling assumed the duties of Pilot on the Parmelia, for her grand? entrance into the new colony, and long story short, after a day of bad weather, she ran aground on a sandbank and lost her foreyard, rudder, windlass, spare spars, longboat and skiff, - and was leaking at a rate of 4 inches (10 cm) per hour and then rode out a storm at anchor for three days before finally being brought to a safe anchorage.
Passengers were unloaded on June 8th.   

Perhaps not such an auspicious start to the new British colony!!


R-J


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Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: rich-joy
Date: 11 Jan 21 - 06:50 PM

SOMETHING IN THE PILLIGA

Slim Dusty (Pubs, Trucks & Plains album)

This story was told to me by a mate - and he was still shakin after 20 years
Well that’s what he told me anyway.


I was drivin through the Pilliga, getting tired of the road
Pulled over for a breather, stretch my legs and check the load
It was getting close to sundown; been away near on a week
When I pulled into this campsite on the banks of Tooley Creek.

Well I walked around the trailer; the bush was pretty still
Checkin ropes and kickin tyres and the night air had a chill
I was climbin in the cabin when I thought I heard a moan
And I got this sudden feeling that I wasn’t on my own.

Oh there’s somethin in the Pilliga, I’ve heard old timers say
There’s some won’t even camp there; some never go that way
And if you listen to their stories, they’ll make yer skin just crawl
Some may offer their opinion and some never talk at all.

Well I put it down to maybe the wind blowin in the trees
Completely disregarding shaky feelings in my knees
I was climbin in the camper; 40 winks was all I’d take
When I felt the cabin shakin; I was really wide awake.

Oh I grabbed the tyre lever out from underneath the seat
Hit the lights and threw some roman sandals on my feet
I was creepin round the bullbar; out roared this awful sound
And my hair was standin straight up; I was frozen to the ground.

Hey there’s somethin in the Pilliga, I’ve heard old timers say
There’s some won’t even camp there; some never go that way
And if you listen to their stories, they’ll make yer skin just crawl
Some may offer their opinion and some never talk at all.

Then this thing came chargin for me; it was all of 10 feet high
With hair all covered over, murder in its devil’s eyes
And I must have started screamin like a banshee in full flight
For it roared and grunted somethin and then vanished in the night.

When finally I woke up I was lyin on the ground
In an eerie kind of stillness, nothin moved nor made a sound
Both my eyes were big as saucers, still seein in my mind
That primeval apparition, red eyes burning into mine.

Oh there’s somethin in the Pilliga, I’ve heard it rant and roar
And my nerves were shot to pieces rememberin what I saw
It was big and it was hairy; its perfume really reeked
Yeah there’s somethin in the Pilliga mate, on the banks of Tooley Creek
Let it stay there in the Pilliga on the banks of Tooley Creek.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K-UjD-m6L9g
Something in the Pillaga sung by Slim Dusty


If you thought “Bigfoot” and his mates were restricted to North America or to Nepal’s Abominable Snowman/Yeti, think again.
These elusive, mystical – but very real – creatures have been sighted, plus heard (and now recorded), all over the planet, since, well – since Forever!
Just as there are - or were :( many varieties of particular species of animals, it is believed there were also at least 11 variations of hominins, which “died out” - apart from us – and science is gradually finding skeletal evidence of them.
Meanwhile, every country and culture has their stories and legends about still-existing bi-pedal hairy hominoids that “shouldn’t” exist - and with the digital age, we hear more and more about our increasing interactions with them.

Australia is no exception – hence the above song! There is barely an area that hasn’t reported one, or multiple, encounters and the Aborigines warned the new settlers about them from the start of colonisation in the late 1700s, reports of which were duly relayed back to England. It appears each Indigenous language group had their own name for them, but today they are generally known across Australia as YOWIES (that’s the very tall ones, there is a smaller mob (shorter than us), called JUNJADEES).

As with the USA & Canada’s Sasquatch, there is much activity on YouTube from Yowie investigators, particularly in NSW and QLD, though there appear to be very few songs written about the topic.

The Yowie’s National Anthem “We Are Australian” is sung here by The Seekers and in the accompanying slideshow, at 03:17 you can view a World Map which details the different types and names of some 27 x BigFoot types from all over –
most illuminating!! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=71Z5QYSfRjE

Leeann Flynn wrote in 1999, this Yowie number : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gn9vzkRRJy4   and   Rowan Blackmore’s 2016 song : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=21becQK9TFs

HERE is some good data from a credible source – Gary Opit has had a weekly wildlife and environment show on Australian radio for over 20 years and much field experience in Papua New Guinea, SE Asia, and Eastern Australia.
He reveals some of his many experiences that have made him a Believer : https://www.sasquatchstories.com/yowie-the-aussie-bigfoot

Then there’s this amazing 2017 report from the NSW Border Ranges and from a witness with Science creds from here to next Tuesday : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BY3nlEMfcnE

This is from a clip on Aboriginal Mysteries. The Yowie segment is from 07:11 to 10:15. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VVXwQ8n_Vcs
and here is a description from Aboriginal folklore : “ …. Indigenous Australian lore specifically includes the ability of the Hairy Men to induce states of mind on human beings as well as to appear visible or not, at will…… “
   
Us not “believing” in them does not change the fact that these extraordinary creatures still exist. If you’re at all interested in this subject, do the research. There’s much to be found.

A final musical offering : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gyW7cimXPl8 “We Didn’t Find the Yowie” from the Monster Hunters Australia Band (Halloween Special)

LoL - I’ll refrain from further comment!! :)


R-J


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Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: Stewie
Date: 10 Jan 21 - 08:46 PM

END OF THE EARTH
(Anon/N.Colquhoun reconstructed)

The end of the earth is not far from here
And it's getting darker year by year
The gum's getting smaller and deeper down
And never again will I see a town
With tiny white houses all in a row
And women in aprons to and fro
And the bar in the pub down by the sea
Where a ship is waiting there to carry me
Back to the land from where I come
When I was born, where I was young
With a ruddy good tingle on my young face
And money to jingle all over the place

Aye, but then I'd punch the foreman's nose
And run to sea for the 'there she blows'
And get caught out for the homeward cruise
And end up working in moleskin trews
And get a little drunk and get a little sore
And end up fighting it with the law
For what are them bright shop samples for
When a man is hungry and a man is poor
And's got no work worth working for
And's running up north away from the law
Aye, a-walking up north like everyone
To end up sitting out in the sun
At the door of a shack with a hole for a lum
A-scraping up clean a hundred-weight of gum

Youtube clip

'Hooking' for gum, as it was called, was only the very beginning of the work. The digger pushed a long metal spear into the ground to locate the gum, an experienced man quickly distinguishing between gum, rock or tree root by the feel of the spear in his hand. Since few storekeepers paid any more than pennies for gum in its unclean state, it had to be thoroughly scraped in order to more easily assess its quality. [Note in 'Song of a Young Country p25].

One hundred-weight of the gum takes about ten good hours scrapin'. We shared everything - family, that is. Otherwise I don't know how 'twas to be done. But some men, as I recall, lived on their own. Worked on their own. All that scrapin' just by themselves - for the money - enough to live. [Joseph Smith, Dargaville. Personal communication to N. Colquhoun.]

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: Stewie
Date: 09 Jan 21 - 10:13 PM

WE WANT FREEDOM (ABORIGINAL CHARTER OF RIGHTS)
(K.Walker [Oodgeroo Noonuccal]/G.Shearston)

Chorus:
Must we native old Australians
In our own land rank as aliens?
Banish bans and conquer caste
Then we’ll win our own at last

We want hope, not racialism
Brotherhood, not ostracism
Black advance, not white ascendance
Make us equals, not dependants
We need help, not exploitation
We want freedom, not frustration
Not control, but self-reliance
Independence, not compliance
Not rebuff, but education
Self-respect, not resignation

Chorus

Free us from a mean subjection
From a bureaucrat protection
Let’s forget the old-time slavers
Give us fellowship, not favours
Encouragement, not prohibitions
Homes, not settlements and missions
We need love, not overlordship
Grip of hand, not whip-hand wardship
Opportunity that places
White and black on equal basis

Chorus

You dishearten, not defend us
Circumscribe who should befriend us
Give us welcome, not aversion
Give us choice, not cold coercion
Status, not discrimination
Human rights, not segregation
You the law, like Roman Pontius
Make us proud, not colour-conscious
Give the deal you still deny us
Give goodwill, not bigot bias

Chorus

Give ambition, not prevention
Confidence, not condescension
Give incentive, not restriction
Give us Christ, not crucifixion
Though baptised and blessed and bibled
We are still tabooed and libelled
You devout salvation-sellers
Make us neighbours, not fringe-dwellers
Make us mates, not poor relations
Citizens, not serfs on stations

Chorus

Then we'll win our own at last

Youtube clip

Note by John Baker for Gary Shearston's 1964 album 'Songs of our time':

We Want Freedom (the Aboriginal Chater of Rights), as arranged by Gary Shearston, is as new and different as the Yirrkala Aboriginal bark painting petition on reservation rights to the House of Representatives in 1963. The Aboriginal Charter of Rights (retitled 'We Want Freedom'in its song form) was written by Aboriginal poet Kath Walker* and dedicated to the 5th Conference of the Federal Council for the Advancement of Aborigines and Torres Strait Islanders held in Adelaide in 1962. The poem also appears as the dedication piece to Kath Walker's book of verse published in April, 1964, under the title 'We Are Going'. In the music of Gary's arrangement can be seen the modern folk process of weaving together the old and the new as penetrating poetry becomes a moving and powerful song. After writing the chorus, the inspiration for his chant-like cadence in the verses came from the 'Devil Dance' (a song from Yirrkala in Eastern Arnhea Land), collected and recorded by Sandra LeBrun Holmes. The end result of this cross-pollination of poetry and song in the tribal and folk fi elds is an anguished demand for human understanding. [* later known as Oodgeroo Noonuccal]

A paper on the poetry of Kath walker: Click

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: rich-joy
Date: 08 Jan 21 - 03:54 AM

CITY OF BRISBANE

Gary Rose

The year was 37, and the month was February and the 19th day, had just begun
On a warm and windy morning the Stinson’s engines fired, its last humming song was sung
She climbed from Brisbane town and flew on her way to Lismore with passengers and mail
But the clouds they were a gathering and the cyclone hit them hard with a force enough to break her soul.

And somewhere on her way she was plucked from the sky like a giant hand had pushed her to the ground
On a high and lonely ridge in the wild McPherson range the City of Brisbane died
And eight days had gone and the search was scaling down when O’Reilly started out anew
Reports had placed the wreck far out to sea with no hope left for passengers or crew.

But Bernard O’Reilly was convinced that he must help and set out in the bush where he was bred
For two days he trekked through that harsh mountain range in the hope he’d find them somewhere up ahead
From the top of a ridge he saw a sentinel, a burnt-out tree standing stark
It was eight miles ahead on the course that she flew, on through the forest dark.

Well three men had survived and Jim Westray went for help, but died from a fall along the way
John Proud lay there with a badly shattered leg and Joe Binstead tended him for days
Then ten days had gone when O’Reilly heard their calls and rushed on renewed in his quest
And there he found those two men just barely alive where City of Brisbane lay at rest.

I’ll bring a Doctor and a hundred men he cried as he left and rushed off down the mountain side
Only three hours had passed when the word was ringing out and an army of rescuers arrived
For eight hours they climbed through the rain that night, O’Reilly in the lead throughout
And another day and night they battled at their task and carried the survivors out.

And the memory lingers on for all those brave men O’Reilly, Binstead and Proud
And the five lonely graves on that rugged mountain side where the City of Brisbane died.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sQWPILJqTDA   "City of Brisbane" - Briagolong Bush Band - from Gippsland in Victoria. From their album "seventeen"

The Stinson Model A airliner : https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stinson_Model_A

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lk6XcvbIF1Y   The Riddle of the Stinson
This “rare” 1987 Australian film (which I am just about to view and which has good reviews), concerns the crash and rescue attempts of the ‘City of Brisbane’ Stinson model A airliner
in 1937 in the exceedingly rugged McPherson Ranges in what is now Lamington National Park (one of many), on the Qld-NSW border.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Riddle_of_the_Stinson - Jim Conway (Captain Matchbox Whoopee Band) is responsible for the harmonica score (along with many other film and radio projects.)

Some other stories from the Crash and related people are here : https://www.newcastleherald.com.au/story/4773644/one-mans-mission-to-find-a-missing-plane/
Historical news data and clips from Qld State Archives : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RsHrvhOvNMc
Some Comments on modern Trek experiences and some Pics : https://www.aussiebushwalking.com/qld/stinson-crash-site-from-christmas-creek-


R-J


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Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: Stewie
Date: 07 Jan 21 - 07:27 PM

Sandra, many thanks for the links.

Warren Fahey recorded an interesting variant of 'Wild Rover' from Sally Sloane.

I’VE BEEN A WILD BOY
(Traditional)

Oh, my father he died and he left me his estate
I married a lady whose fortune was great
And through keeping bad company, I've spent all my store
I have been a wild boy but I'll be so no more

Oh, there was Bill, Tom and Harry, and Betsy and Sue
And two or three others belonged to our crew
We sat up till midnight and made the town roar
Oh, I've been a wild boy but I'll be so no more

I was always too fond of treating ladies to wine
Till my pockets grew empty, too soon I would find
Twenty pounds in one night, oh, I've spent them and more
Oh, I've been a wild boy but I'll be so no more

Oh, it's first down to Newgate, a prisoner I stand
I had on cold irons, I had to lament
And I had to find comfort as I lay on the floor
Oh, I've been a wild boy but I'll be so no more

Oh, the next, down to Newgate a prisoner I stand
And what I have longed for, is now out of hand
And if ever I gain my liberty as I've had before
I will be a good boy as I have been before

Oh, bad luck to all married men who visit strange doors
I have done so myself, but I'll do so no more
I'll go home to my family, I'll go home to my wife
And I'll be a good boy all the rest of my life

Youtube clip

The version printed in Stewart and Keesing's 'Old Bush Songs' is closer to the more familiar one that was doing the rounds in the revival. You can find it on Mark Gregory's marvellous site:

Click

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 06 Jan 21 - 01:53 AM

Stewie - Visit to Tritton Hall by Duke Tritton's daughter and one of his grandsons

Harold Percy Croydon (Duke) Tritton, 1886 - 1965

Chris Woodland's presentation on Duke Tritton, NFF 2005 on the 40th anniversary of his death (Chris knew Duke)

We applied for a presentation on Duke, The Time Meas Tucker Man for the 2019 National, but were unsuccessful.

sandra


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Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: JennieG
Date: 05 Jan 21 - 10:05 PM

Thanks, r-j! Yes indeed, Cathy's song about the hotel demolition was very popular.


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Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: rich-joy
Date: 05 Jan 21 - 09:39 PM

Oh that's a good post, JennieG!

I came across another song to do with the quilt about a month ago and had thought of adding it to my list of possibles (wonder where it was?? :) but too may good songs and good ideas and not enough time, eh!!

I know Cathy Miller ("The Singing Quilter") was in Darwin awhile and wrote a song about the almost overnight destruction of the iconic Hotel Darwin, too.

Cheers, R-J


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Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: JennieG
Date: 05 Jan 21 - 08:26 PM

THE 'RAJAH' QUILT – Cathy Miller

We set sail on the 'Rajah', transportation had begun
On the 5th of April in 1841.
Bound for far Australia with our great and public shame
It was the 19th of July before we'd walk on land again.
Farewell to our future, goodbye to kith and kin,
Good riddance to old England's towns, will I ne'er see them again?
And the crossing would be risky – maybe some of us would die -
I thank God for my safe passage, and I thank God for Elizabeth Fry!

        She gave to us one thimble, a single ounce of pins,
        One hundred needles and one small bodkin,
        Nine balls of sewing cotton, a pair of scissors and some
       thread,
        Two pounds of patchwork pieces, and a Bible
        To earn our daily bread.

Some said we were evil, some said we were no good,
So they shipped us off around the world like we were cords of wood.
No thought to our future, out of sight and out of mind,
No other reformation save the work of Mrs Fry.
She knew we'd fall on hard times with nothing else to do -
We might have to sell our bodies when our prison time was through,
But with new skill at the needle there's no lack of honest toil,
And it filled our days along the way to Van Dieman's soil.

        She gave to us one thimble, a single ounce of pins,
        One hundred needles and one small bodkin,
        Nine balls of sewing cotton, a pair of scissors and some
       thread,
        Two pounds of patchwork pieces, and a Bible
        To earn our daily bread.

By the time we got to Rio several quilts were done,
We sold them for a guinea each and shared with everyone.
It was the first honest money some of us had ever made,
And the first thing of beauty we ever had to trade,
For the last half of our journey we sewed with loving touch
A quilt for the woman who had given us so much
With broderie Perse, the finest patches we could clip,
The hours quickly passed aboard the convict ship.

        She gave to us one thimble, a single ounce of pins,
        One hundred needles and one small bodkin,
        Nine balls of sewing cotton, a pair of scissors and some
       thread,
        Two pounds of patchwork pieces, and a Bible
        To earn our daily bread.

For we were whores and we were mothers, young and healthy, old and frail,
We were ripped out from our homeland and sent to Hobart's gaol.
With loneliness and sorrow there was no lifeline and no rope,
But each one carried with her a bundle filled with hope.
It was such a small investment for the future of a land
To pull the desperate up with such a gentle caring hand,
With Mrs Fry's conviction in faith and industry
We started our new lives with some respectability.

        All that with just one thimble, a single ounce of pins,
        One hundred needles and one small bodkin,
        Nine balls of sewing cotton, a pair of scissors and some
       thread,
        Two pounds of patchwork pieces, and a Bible
        To earn our daily bread.


Cathy Miller is a Canadian singer/songwriter who has lived in Australia.

The 'Rajah' quilt is the only such known quilt in existence; it was found in an attic in Scotland in the 1980s and is now in the collection of the National Library of Australia, Canberra. Mrs Fry's society to reform conditions for female prisoners eventually became known as the 'British Society of Ladies' and it was they who ensured that each prisoner was given a small bag containing the items (plus a small pair of spectacles if required) described in the song, with the idea that a woman with sewing skills could earn a respectable living. Quilts made along the voyage were indeed sold, there is a record of one made on the 'Wellington' being sold in Rio for one guinea.

We know the story of this quilt – in reality a 'top' only; it would have been used as a summer bedspread rather than a padded quilt – because of a meticulously embroidered label on one side which reads: “To the Ladies of the Convict Ship Committee This quilt worked by the convicts of the ship Rajah during their voyage to Van Dieman's Land is presented as a testimony of the gratitude with which they remember their exertions for their welfare while in England and during their passage and also as a proof that they have not neglected the ladies kind admonitions of bring industrious * June * 1841 *”

Due to its age and fragility the 'Rajah' quilt is not exhibited very often, but I was lucky enough to see it several years ago. As would be expected the stitching varies from exquisite to not very good. 'Broderie Perse' mentioned in the song is a technique of cutting motifs from fabric (a spray of flowers or a bird on a leafy branch) and stitching it to a background, thereby making a small piece of expensive printed fabric stretch further; the quilt centre is made using this technique.
The 'Rajah' quilt


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Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: Stewie
Date: 05 Jan 21 - 07:22 PM

Sara Storer was raised on a wheat farm in Victoria, but began writing songs whilst working as a teacher in Katherine, NT. She now lives near Albury, NSW.

RAINING ON THE PLAINS
(Sara storer)

The galahs they know that it's that time
Upside down on the power lines
Making a family on their minds
Raining on the plains again

Can you hear it drumming on that old tin sheet
No better sound to make you fall to sleep
To dream of tonne crops and big fat sheep
Raining on the plains again

Haven't seen the Warrumbungles all day
There's a fair chance so the old blokes say
Reminds them of the start back in '58
Yeah thunder on the plains again

Looks like the break that we've been looking for
And the dogs are doing donuts on the lawn
Chasing their tails they can smell the storm
Raining on the plains again

You can't make money out of dirt that's dry
Bring on the rain from that stormy sky
Grab a beer from the fridge
And raise it high
'Cause it raining on the plains again

Instrumental break

The last time the dog did that
Couldn't get to me ute for the fences and logs
Couldn't sleep with noise of the mozzies and the frogs
What a storm on the plains again

The galahs they know that it's that time
Upside down on the power lines
Making a family on their minds
Raining on the plains again

No you can't make money out of dirt that's dry
Bring on the rain from that stormy sky
Grab a beer from the fridge
And raise it high
'Cause it raining on the plains again

No you can't make money out of dirt that's dry
Bring on the rain from that stormy sky
Grab a beer from the fridge
And raise it high
'Cause it raining on the plains again

Youtube clip

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: Stewie
Date: 05 Jan 21 - 07:04 PM

Another little ripper from the Duke.

THE GOOSE-NECK SPURS
(Duke Tritton)

I’ve been in lots of trouble, I’ve been in tons of strife
But the fix I was in at the Shingle Hut was the toughest of my life
I’d dumped a mob of weaners at a place called Leaning Gum
I sang a ditty to my horse, ‘Oh, Sydney here I come'

But I pulled up at the Shingle Hut, a little wayside pub
Tired of mutton and damper, I wanted some decent grub
The barmaid was a buxom lass, I thought her very nice
You wouldn’t think to look at her, but her heart was made of ice

I handed her my hard-earned cheque, it was over fifty quid
There was a quick gleam in her eye, but her thoughts she quickly hid
She smiled at me so sweetly and said, 'It’s getting late
I cannot cash your cheque today, now would you care to wait?'

'My husband won’t be home tonight, so stay you really must
I’d feel much safer with you here, for you’re a man I’d trust'
Then away went all my chances of seeing Sydney town
For that barmaid was a trimmer at lambing fellows down

I had one drink, or maybe two, I’m sure it was no more,
And I came to in the ‘dead house’, feeling sick and sore.
It was the barmaid woke me, with the toe of her little shoe
'Get out!', she said, 'you drunken mug, three days is enough for you'

A big bloke stood behind her, a nasty looking brute
I was too crook for brawling or I’d have jobbed the coot
And the barmaid said, 'Your cheque’s cut out, you’d better make a shift
Here is a bottle for the road, it is my parting gift'

'All right', I said, 'I’ll get my horse, tonight I’ll travel far'
'Oh no!', she laughed, 'you can’t do that, your horse has jumped the bar'
And so it had, my saddle too, likewise my swag and dog
No doubt she had me cornered like a possum in a log

I wandered off into the scrub, I heard a dingo calling
And soon I knew that I was lost and a heavy frost was falling
I opened up the bottle and had a swig of rum,
It hit me like a hammer, my legs went weak and numb

I knew that I had been stung again, my head went round and round
I thought I saw the barmaid before I hit the ground
And I awoke ‘neath a barbed-wire fence in a patch of Bathurst burrs
With nothing to cover my freezing hide but a pair of goose-neck spurs

You can hear Duke Tritton sing his song and read a piece by Warren Fahey about 'lambing down' here:

Click

You can also find recordings on Bob Rummery 'The Man with the Concertina' and Alan Musgrave & His Watsaname Band 'Behind the Times'.

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: rich-joy
Date: 05 Jan 21 - 05:24 AM

“A shearer's song from the Forbes district, that drives on at the pace of a ringer [master shearer] on the long blow in a busy shed. The Ward and Paine's mentioned in the song are a brand of shears. Jackie Howe, likewise mentioned, shore 321 wethers at Alice Downs, Central Queensland, in 1892. His record stood until 1947, when Daniel Cooper shore 325 at Glenara, Langkoop, Victoria. The tune, best known in Australia in association with the words of The Shearer's Cook, is a Scottish melody sometimes called Musselburgh Fair (It also exists in America, as The Cruise of the Bigler).” A.L.Lloyd on : “The Old Bush Songs” sleeve notes.

LACHLAN TIGERS

Well, at each gate each shearer stood as the whistle loudly blew,
With eyebrows fixed and lips set tight and the tigers all fed too.
You can hear the clicking of the shears as through the wool they glide
And see the ringer already turned and on the whipping side.

A lot of Lachlan tigers, it's plain to see they are,
And the ringer goes on driving as he loudly calls for tar.
“Tar here, you dozy loafer,” and quick the tar boy flies,
“Broom here and sweep them locks away,” another loudly cries.

The scene it is a lively one and ought to be admired,
There's never been a better board since Jacky Howe expired.
Along the board the contractor walks, his face all in a frown,
And passing by the ringer he says, “My lad keep down.”

I mean to have those bellies off and topknots too likewise,
My eye is quick, so stop your tricks or from me you will fly.
My curse on that contractor by flaming day and night
To shear a decent tally here in vain I've often tried.

I have a pair of Ward and Paine's that are both bright and new,
I'll rig them up and let you see what I can really do.
For I've shore on the Bogan where they shear them by the score,
But such a terror as this to clip I've never saw before.

A lot of Lachlan tigers, it's plain to see they are,
And the ringer goes on driving as he loudly calls for tar.
The scene it is a lively one and ought to be admired,
There's never been a better board since Jacky Howe expired.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IfZZSa0aEjM This is Gary Shearston in 1965 displaying his A.L.Lloyd vocal influence!, with Les Miller on banjo.


Ah, Folk in the 70s!! Here are the Bushwackers Band in London, 1977 : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9vhahHg0FNo
Yay! That’s Mick Slocum singing lead (and still singing I believe); Dobe Newton murdering the lagerphone with great energy and style; the lovely late Louis McManus Jnr on fiddle #1; ; must be Davey Kidd on fiddle #2;
Jan Wositsky on that dual bodhran – and bones (speaking of great energy and style!); leaving the late Pete Farndon on bass.
[ I’m relying on the Comments section of the clip + the website Roll of Renown, coz some players I don’t recognise …...]


Notes on Gary’s recording by Edgar Waters :
“LACHLAN TIGERS goes to the same tune as The Station Cook. It is a good tune, and it seems to have come from Scotland. It is one of the few Scottish folk-song tunes used in the bush. This version comes from A. L. Lloyd.
Jackie Howe was a famous shearer, in fact the most famous shearer of them all. He shore 321 sheep in one day in 1892, and his record stood until 1947.

gate - the gate of the pen in which sheep are held alongside each shearer's work place in the shed.
whistle - as a signal to begin or end work.
tigers - as in the common Australian colloquial phrase, "he's a tiger for work,' meaning a very hard and enthusiastic worker.
ringer - the fastest shearer in the shed.
whipping side: - the second side of the sheep to be shorn, after the finnicky work of shearing legs, head and so on was over.
tar - antiseptic used for cuts given sheep in shearing.
contractor - shearers are not generally employed directly by the stations, hut by a middleman who contracts with the stations to see that their sheep are shorn.
topknots - the wool on the head of the sheep.
Ward and Paine's - a brand of shears.
Bogan - river in western New South Wales.”


R-J


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Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 05 Jan 21 - 03:45 AM

but I like it!

Train trip to Guilford - Jason & chloe
Train trip to Guilford - Cj Shaw


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Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: GerryM
Date: 05 Jan 21 - 03:25 AM

Sandra, surely that's not the best video you could find for Train Trip to Guilford!


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Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: rich-joy
Date: 04 Jan 21 - 09:41 AM

JIM JONES AT BOTANY BAY

Oh listen for a moment lads and hear me tell my tale
How o'er the sea from England's shores I was compelled to sail
The jury says he guilty sir and said the judge says he
For life, Jim Jones, I'm sending you across the stormy sea.

And take my tip before you ship to join the iron gang
Don't be too gay at Botany Bay or else you'll surely hang
Or else you'll surely hang says he, and after that Jim Jones
It's high upon the gallows tree the crows will pick your bones.

You'll have no chance for mischief there, remember what I say
They'll flog the poaching out of you, out there at Botany Bay
The waves were high upon the sea; the wind blew up in gales
I'd rather have drowned in misery than come to New South Wales.

The winds blew high upon the sea and the pirates came along
But the soldiers on our convict ship were full five hundred strong
They opened fire and somehow drove that pirate ship away
I'd rather joined that pirate ship than come to New South Wales.

For day and night the irons clang and like poor galley slaves
We toil and toil and when we die, must fill dishonoured graves
But bye and bye I'll break my chains, into the bush I'll go
And join the bold bushrangers there Jack Donahue and Co.

And some dark night when everything is silent in the town
I'll kill the tyrants one and all, and shoot the floggers down
I'll give the law a little shock - remember what I say
They'll yet regret they sent Jim Jones in chains to Botany Bay.

ROUD 5478 anon Transport Ballad, dating from late 1820s, but first published c.1890s by Charles MacAlister. The tune is “Irish Mollie, Oh!” (OR is sometimes “Skibbereen” - apparently)


A very popular number with upcoming generations investigating folk music!
But here is The Bushwackers and Bullockies band rendition which apparently uses a Mick Slocum tune and which many a British folkie picked up after their 1974 tour : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TVkYnRy5JF4     Which I quite like.
However, I am far more used to this tune : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8sCZp1lIMMk   sung in 1964 by Marian Henderson for the famous PIX magazine recordings -
(but which is NOW known as “The Hateful Eight” Song – such is the power of Hollywood!!!!)
Old Crow Medicine Show has this take, c.2010 : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-kD3wYO8MHk (only they used to think that it was a Dylan song!)

Any More?!

R-J


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Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: rich-joy
Date: 04 Jan 21 - 08:02 AM

Darcy Dugan (1920 – 1991) was an Australian criminal who gained notoriety for his many daring escapes. This song is a paraphrase of his evidence before a Royal Commission into the brutal treatment of prisoners at Grafton Jail.

DARCY DUGAN

~ Bob Campbell ~

Trad Tune : Jim Jones at Botany Bay

My name is Darcy Dugan, I’ve spent 40 years inside
I’ve never robbed the needy man, my record testifies
Non-violent escapeologist, in the papers I’ve been named
Despite my reputation, my pride I’ve still maintained.

I’d like to tell you people what it’s like in Grafton Gaol
The screws they beat you day and night, they’re brutes that never fail
They aim to break your spirit and they torture just for fun
They’re the dregs of all humanity, the warders with the guns.

I won’t forget the night they threw hot water on my back
The scalding raised up blisters, but I vowed that I’d never crack
They beat me in the morning; it was freezing cold at night
But I won’t look down for any screw, I’ll not give up the fight.

They beat me 10 nights in a row, but they couldn’t make me break
I looked each warder in the eye and that’s the thing that they hate
I tried to keep my sanity, the hardships to endure
Though my body was in agony, my heart took 10 times more.

They killed off Kevin Simmonds, in the passion for revenge
He made them look like fools, although they caught him in the end
They hated how the working people cheered him down the road
That awful day in Kurri Kurri, Kevin proudly strode.***

The prison’s burnt at Bathurst and there’s more of that to come
For liberty and justice words, can still stir a spark up in some!
The sadists in their uniforms are worse than any crim
But! The bastards who have put them there, are even worse than them.

*** the Kevin Simmonds story : http://adb.anu.edu.au/biography/simmonds-kevin-john-11690


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jRGKjvpPVUI&t=184s
DARCY DUGAN sung by Bob Campbell
SAME SONG, THOUGH WITH SOME DIFFERENCES (+ more pics on HR clip) :
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_bJ_6dJKYhA    Darcy Dugan sung Bob Campbell with Home Rule

http://adb.anu.edu.au/biography/dugan-darcy-ezekiel-25998    Darcy Dugan’s bio
http://www5.austlii.edu.au/au/journals/AltCrimJl/1978/1.pdf    The Royal Commission reports


THE LEGEND OF DARCY DUGAN
http://www.prisontalk.com/forums/showthread.php?t=65338
Bernie Mathews

Born to a world of prisons
outliving a life of strife,
They called him gunman
and gangster
and labels equally concise.

In a world of grog shops
and bookies
with cockatoos on the fence* -
his pockets overflowed
with pounds, shillings and pence*.

There were trams
And Trocaderos*
and shootings up the Cross;
when the Darlo beak* full-stopped him
and hit him with the lot*.

He escaped the tram
And the cells
And the prison on the Bay*.
Then they moved him up to Grafton*
and bashed his sins away.

With spirit unbroken
he led the riot of sixty-three
then tried to do a runner
but they smashed him
to his knees.

Served up with batons*,
and boiling water too,
he took his lumps
without a whimper
as they flogged him black and blue.

I miss the old man
and our walks upon the yard
it was there,
deference got paid,
to the hardest of the hard.

A success among failures,
in that place of the living dead.
His caged memories,
stifle reality,
in a seventy-five-year head.

A decade has passed
since they put him in the ground
but the legend that is Dugan,
now roams freely,
all the prisons of this land.


• *the Darlo beak is NSW prison jargon for a judge at Darlinghurst Criminal Court in Sydney, NSW, Australia.
• *the lot is NSW prison jargon for a life sentence.
• *the Bay is the former Long Bay State Penitentiary in Sydney, NSW, Australia.
• *cockatoos on the fence is prison jargon for somebody who is the lookout.
• *pounds, shillings and pence was Australian pre-decimal currency.
• *The Trocadero was a Sydney dance hall circa 1940s & 1950s.
• *Grafton Jail was the Alcatraz of the NSW prison system 1943-1976.
• *Served up with batons is NSW prison jargon for a baton-whipping by prison guards.


“Darcy Ezekial** Dugan was a Sydney bank robber and jail-breaker. He was the last man sentenced to death in NSW after being convicted of shooting a bank manager during the armed robbery of the Ultimo Commonwealth Bank in 1950. His sentence was later commuted to life imprisonment and he served over 30 years inside NSW prisons.

[He] was a serial jail-breaker who escaped from the prison tram, escort vans and NSW prisons. He was sent to The Alcatraz of the NSW prison system at Grafton during the 1960s where he was brutalised by prison guards for his repeated escapes. He led a mutiny inside Grafton Jail and tried to escape from the jail. Dugan suffered a stroke in 1987 and was released from prison.

Darcy Dugan died in a nursing home in August 1991 [with Parkinson’s Disease]. He is buried in Sydney’s Rookwood cemetery.”

http://www.prisontalk.com/forums/showthread.php?t=65338

N.B. This fascinating site reveals things that thankfully, most of us will likely never experience, but, also things we will rarely be allowed to know of, particularly if you live in the sunny, secretive state of Queensland (who said JOH was dead??)

** EZEKIAL is a Hebrew name meaning “God’s strength” – and how he needed it, to survive the brutal and corrupt prison system for so long! viz https://www.smh.com.au/politics/federal/hard-man-tamed-by-poetry-and-time-20120803-23khh.html

“BLOODHOUSE : Darcy Dugan (1920-1991) with Michael Tatlow” – published posthumously in 2012.
'Mike, a lot, sometimes rot, has been written about me. Please hold this, my real story, to edit and present to a new generation, after I and the crooks we've exposed have turned to dust.' Darcy Dugan

"Written in secret during his long years in jail and smuggled out to keep it safe from his enemies until now, Bloodhouse is Darcy Dugan's brutally honest and gripping story of his extraordinary life and times."


R-J


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Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 04 Jan 21 - 06:34 AM

Train Trip To Guilford , A song by John Dengate (1975)
John Dengate - guitar and vocals.


Waiting, waiting for the twenty past four to arrive;
Mate, the twenty past four doesn't run any more,
The next train's the quarter past five.

Time means money, they say,
And I must get to Guildford today
Did he say platform nine for the Liverpool line?
Do I have to change trains on the way?

Indicator, please won't you indicate soon
With your little round light that this platform is right;
I've been waiting at Central since noon.

This old fellow here next to me
Caught the bus up from Circular Quay;
He scratches his arse with his pensioner's pass
But he's on the wrong line for Narwee.

Waiting, waiting, for the twenty past four to arrive;
Mate, the twenty past four doesn't run any more,
The next train's the quarter past five.

Come on you timetable mob,
I'm desperately short of a bob,
I'm in my good gear and I'm right off the beer
And at Guildford they say there's a job.

Indicator, please won't you indicate soon
With your little round light that this platform is right;
I've been waiting at Central since noon.

The service is worse than a fraud
And the fare's more than I can afford
But I'll never complain - here comes the train to Guildford
And now I'm aboard.

But it's Wentworthville, Pendle Hill;
We're rattling towards Emu Plains.
I should have got out when I heard someone shout
At Granville, "You have to change trains."

Waiting, waiting for the twenty past eight to go back,
But the twenty past eight is half an hour late
And I think I'll lie down on the track.

video


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Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 04 Jan 21 - 05:57 AM

The Little Sparrow
Music: John Meredith, words: Launcelot Harrison

There was a little sparrow,
And he was out of work
So he put his bluey on his back
And he set out for Bourke.
He walked until he had bunions,
Then thought he would enquire,
But found that he had only got
As far as Nevertire.

He was hungry and so weary
He could hardly drag along
When suddenly along the track
He found an Emu egg.
He boiled it in his billy can,
And chuckled in his glee
While by his Waterbury watch
He counted minutes three.

And when the minutes three were gone
He thought it time to stop.
He took his little tomahawk
And he cut off the top.
'Twas a pity that he boiled it,
'Twould have been much better fried,
For as he stooped to sup it up,
He tumbled down inside.

And when he fell inside the egg,
He to his sorrow found
Three minutes wasn't long enough
And the poor little chap drowned.
The moral of this story is,
If Emu eggs you seek
For supper, you should take great care
To boil them for a week.

First published in Singabout, Journal of Australian Folksong, Volume 5(2), December 1964

No video, but dots are here


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Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: Stewie
Date: 03 Jan 21 - 07:48 PM

I couldn't resist posting this one:

STEWIE
(John Schumann)

Ward 8 at the Q.E., somewhere down Woodville
A smoky grey Thursday - take out your sword
Stewie was born, there was blood on the sheets
The doctor was drunk and the sister was bored

Home was a weatherboard housing trust unit
A low cyclone fence and a sparse gravel drive
Dad was a truckie from Adelaide to Melbourne
Two trips a week just to keep them alive

The first sentence for Stewie was going to school
In prison-grey trousers he marched in the yard
His mum shed a tear at his vaselined pushback
Clutching a ruler, his name on a card

‘Step forward Stewart Bedson’, the headmaster said
It seemed like Stewie was always in strife
‘Step forward Stewart Bedson’, the magistrate said
‘This time 10 years... next time, life’

Grades 1 through 7 passed pretty quickly
Detention and caning and one million lines
Stewie could write just enough to get by
Stewie could read all the shoplifting signs

There was a bond for a biro and a fine for some fags
Another kid's bike, leading up to a car
Photographs, fingerprints, juvenile courthouse
A year in McNally's for going too far

‘Step forward Stewart Bedson’, the magistrate said
Over pine-panelled wood leaned the face of the law
‘We think you're a threat to property and justice
Three years up the creek, while we make sure’

A robbery with violence for retaliation
For beatings and bashings at the hands of the screws
Time in and time out and time and again
Is this what they mean by paying your dues?

Some people had plenty while others had none
For the same working week it seemed year after year
Worked over by coppers for tipping the scales
Life wasn't meant to be easy.

‘Step forward Stewart Bedson’, the magistrate said
Over pine-panelled wood leaned the face of the law
‘We think you're a threat to property and justice
Three years up the creek, while we make sure’

Ward 8 at the Q.E., somewhere down Woodville
A smoky grey Thursday - take out your sword
Stewie was born, there was blood on the sheets
The doctor was drunk and the sister was bored

Youtube clip

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: Stewie
Date: 03 Jan 21 - 07:28 PM

A none too flattering historical snapshot of my birth city.

ONE MORE BORING NIGHT IN ADELAIDE
(John Schumann)

Well it's one more boring Thursday night in Adelaide
And it looks like everybody must have died
There's no one on the streets and nothing on TV
Well I think I'll go and burn my TV guide
Doesn't Ernie Sigley bring you down?
Don't you think Mike Willesee's a clown?

Oh well I think I'd like to go and hear some rock'n'roll music played
So I'll check the amusement pages of the paper
Reggae bands doing one night stands at the Lion Hotel and Arkaba
And the girl at the bar thinks I'm going to take her home in my MG and
Hanging out at discos brings you down
Hanging out at discos brings you down

Down on Anzac highway in my rusty old FV
And I'm looking for some food to take away
Finger lickin' kitten and a double fisted bun
Well I've chewed and spewed and so I'm here to say
Orange laminex pizza bars bring you down
Orange laminex pizza bars bring you down

Yes we know it was the festival of art and all that stuff
And the culture vultures still sat on the fence
Before you put your bum on those plush red seats take a look in your backyard
Don't we need some changes in this town?
Arty farty cities bring you down
Don't we need some changes in this town?
Before you put your bum on those plush red seats take a look in your backyard
Don't we need some changes in this town?

Youtube clip

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: rich-joy
Date: 03 Jan 21 - 07:10 AM

THE PLAINS OF WOOMERA
~ Phil Underwood ~ © 2015

It’s 10,000 miles from Scratchell Bay where the cliffs of the white do shine
To the red red sand of Australia’s land where there’s a thing (??) opal mine.

We tested our rockets at High Down, and we all went out by air
Through Bahrain and Singapore, to Australia’s southern shore.
And the Plains of Woomera.

The sun beats down on the barren ground, as far as the eye can roam
“Black Arrow” she did stand on the native’s sacred land
Of the Plains of Woomera.

We could not launch when the wind blew up and the dust around did fly
The Aussies they did chaff : “did the wind blow out your match?!”
On the Plains of Woomera.

But the very next day was fine and clear and her engines roared with fire
And shining like a star she rose into the air
Above the Plains of Woomera.

The Government had said : The Project’s Dead – but we launched her anyway
And “Prospero” will orbit for a hundred years
Above the Plains of Woomera.

It’s 44 years since I stood there, and now I have returned
My spirit it does fly like “Black Arrow” in the sky
Above the Plains of Woomera.
My spirit it does fly like “Black Arrow” in the sky
Above the Plains of Woomera.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9XVy6993jnI
sung by Phil Underwood, composer and folk performer. Dedicated to his father, John Underwood (1930 – 2014) “who helped pioneer British spaceflight …. and bluegrass music on the Isle of Wight” :)

“A song composed and played by me, Phil Underwood, December 2015. My father John Underwood was a senior engineer on the Black Arrow rocket programme which, despite successfully launching satellite Prospero into orbit in 1971, was cancelled. Black Arrow was tested at Highdown on the Isle of Wight and launched from Woomera rocket range in Australia. Dad and his colleagues appeared on BBC Television's flagship programme Coast in 2010. He was also a fine folk singer and morris dancer.   
I play his banjo in the video. Prospero still orbits.”



HIGH DOWN was the British Rocket Testing Facility, on the western end of the Isle of Wight, near the famous Needles. Whatever still remains now, is a National Trust precinct.
Most design and static test firing was done at High Down in the UK, and then transported and launched at Woomera, in South Australia (an enormous tract of land – 270,000 square kilometres in those days).   Geographically, the UK was less than ideal to do final launches and the two most likely places investigated for satellite launches were UIST ( islands in Scotland’s Hebrides), and, on the north coast of Norfolk. However, the closeness of the trajectories to the North Pole, and to the North Sea oilrigs,
(and to mainland Europe!), easily won the toss for the vast “Plains of Woomera” instead!!

Those with a yen for this interesting slice of history, and why it eventually stopped at both locations, should delve into this website : http://www.spaceuk.org/    Of course, it wasn’t just about the space race, the arms race was also intertwined……

Meanwhile, try this rocket tests clip from Woomera’s local museum : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7x80sNNusBs&t=14s    And this one too, for some alternative shots of tests and collisions - and also the local Aboriginals :
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j5khcr8DO34

Here is the Dept of Defence explanation of Woomera’s history and its current purpose : https://www1.defence.gov.au/bases-locations/sa/woomera/about but checkout this 2010 story from the Australian Geographic magazine : https://www.australiangeographic.com.au/travel/travel-destinations/2010/05/woomera-nuclear-danger-zone/

Plenty more historical clips on-line.

[I didn’t mention that it was also a shame job Govt Detention Centre for a while too, for “unauthorised” refugees…… ] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Woomera_Immigration_Reception_and_Processing_Centre

Finally, just came across the legendary adventurer, JACK ABSALOM! : “Red Dirt And Rockets”, 1993 – if you’re pushed for time, the Woomera segment starts at 22:20 :
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=akQSZ071f2k&list=PLDa33Rs7vBKojDLOkDaCzfIns0g_n1DLL&index=6


Cheers, R-J


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Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: rich-joy
Date: 02 Jan 21 - 11:46 PM

Ah, thank you, JennieG!

I found a version of David's excellent song, sung by Fay White and co, while a "going backwards getting nowhere" dance was done, in Hobart : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xfKpdUO7F-k

"This dance is supposed to symbolise that when dealing with politicians, and “The Establishment” in general, all we achieve is a lot of puff, getting nowhere. We danced it when the French were yet again testing their bombs in the South Pacific.
You progress backwards … how we often feel when dealing with governments!"


There is also a different song of the same name, by Robert Danielson, also protesting the French tests at Mururoa : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HbcKL1RLXUA


Cheers, R-J


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Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: JennieG
Date: 02 Jan 21 - 10:13 PM

As promised:

Mururoa Mon Amour – David O'Connor

Je suis annoye about the Mururoa tests:
Dans mon opinion ce n'est pas la best.
J'ai un bon suggestion pour toute la France:
If you wanna make a mess, mess your own damn pants.

Chorus: Drop it in Paris, c'est votre bombe:   
If it's so darn safe, test it at home:
Stick it up the Eiffel Tower, or stick it up your vest:
Use the Champs Elysees for your nuclear tests.

Tous le monde ecoute the crack of doom:
Quand votre bombe va boom! Boom! Boom!
Permettez-moi de vous assure,
When you're radio-active, il y a no cure.

Chorus: Drop it in Paris, c'est votre bombe:   
If it's so darn safe, test it at home:
Stick it up the Eiffel Tower, or stick it up your vest:
Use the Champs Elysees for your nuclear tests.

Ne droppez pas votre bombe dans my backyard:
Makes normal living tres, tres hard.
Pick up your installations both old and new:
Have your next explosion chez vous.

Chorus: Drop it in Paris, c'est votre bombe:   
If it's so darn safe, test it at home:
Stick it up the Eiffel Tower, or stick it up your vest:
Use the Champs Elysees for your nuclear tests.

Cher monsieur, ecoute what I say,
Pas plus tests, take them away.
Cher monsieur, do this for me:
Make the South Pacific nuclear free!

Chorus: Drop it in Paris, c'est votre bombe:   
If it's so darn safe, test it at home:
Stick it up the Eiffel Tower, or stick it up your vest:
Use the Champs Elysees for your nuclear tests.

The tune is in the same family as 'Midnight Special'.

David writes: "This was obviously written when the French were still testing their nuclear weaponry on Mururoa, and after they sank the 'Rainbow Warrior' in Auckland Harbour. I have always felt that the normal of deeply committed protest song helps the committed to express their feelings, but doesn't help the target to change. I think that maybe humour will at least get the target to think a bit. I have even sung it to French people; it made them laugh as well."


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Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: Stewie
Date: 02 Jan 21 - 09:35 PM

My favourite ballad of Ben Hall is one that I have recited over many years. I have been unable to find any audio or video of it as a song. Graham Jenkin put a tune to it which you can find at page 100 of his 'Great Australian Balladists'. Stewart/Keesing printed it in their 'Australian Bush Ballads'. In an early edition, they attributed it to 'anon', but in a subsequent edition attributed authorship to the great Will Ogilvie. Jenkin rejects this attribution claiming that there is no evidence to support it and that it is nothing like Ogilvie's style. I like to think it is by Ogilvie who is one of my favourite bush balladists.

THE DEATH OF BEN HALL
(Anon/W.Ogilvie?)

Ben Hall was out on the Lachlan side
With a thousand pounds on his head
A score of troopers were scattered wide
And a hundred more were ready to ride
Wherever a rumour led

They had followed his track from the Weddin’ heights
And north by the Weelong yards
Through dazzling days and moonlit nights
They had watcher him over their rifle sights
With their hands on their trigger guards

The outlaw stole like a hunted fox
Through the scrub and stunted heath
And peered like a hawk from his eyrie rocks
Through the waving boughs of the sapling box
As the troopers rode beneath

And every night when the white stars rose
He crossed by the Gunning Plain
To a stockman's hut where the Gunning flows
And struck on the door three swift, light blows
And a hand unhooked the chain

And the outlaw followed the lone path back
With food for another day
And the kindly darkness covered his track
And the shadows swallowed him deep and black
Where the starlight melted away

But his friend had read of the big reward
And his soul was stirred with greed
He fastened his door and window-board
He saddled his horse and crossed the ford
And spurred to the town at speed

You may ride at a man's or maid's behest
When honour or true love call
And steel your heart to the worst or the best,
But the ride that is ta'en on a traitor's quest
Is the bitterest ride of all

A hot wind blew from the Lachlan bank
And a curse on its shoulder came;
The pine-trees frowned at him, rank on rank,
The sun on a gathering storm-cloud sank
And flushed his cheek with shame.

He reined at the court and the tale began
That the rifles alone would end
Sergeant and trooper laid their plan
To draw the net on a hunted man
At the treacherous word of a friend

False was the hand that lifted the chain
And false was the whispered word
'The troopers have turned to the south again,
You may dare to camp on the Gunning Plain'
And the weary outlaw heard

He walked from the hut but a quarter mile
Where a clump of saplings stood
In a sea of grass like a lonely isle
And the moon came up in a little while
Like silver steeped in blood.


Ben Hall lay down on the dew-wet ground
By the side of his tiny fire
And a night breeze woke, and he heard no sound
As the troopers drew their cordon round
And the traitor earned his hire

And nothing they saw in the dim grey light
But the little glow in the trees
And they crouched in the tall, cold grass all night
Each one ready to shoot on sight
With his rifle cocked on his knees

When the shadows broke and the dawn's white sword
Swung over the mountain wall
And a little wind blew over the ford
A sergeant sprang to his feet and roared
‘In the name of the Queen, Ben Hall!’

Haggard, the outlaw leapt from his bed
With his lean arms held on high
‘Fire!’ And the word was scarcely said
When the mountains rang to a rain of lead
And the dawn went drifting by

They kept their word and they paid his pay
Where a clean man's hand would shrink;
And that was the traitor's master day
As he stood by the bar on his homeward way
And called on the crowd to drink

He banned no creed and he barred no class
And he called to his friends by name
But the worst would shake his head and pass
And none would drink from the bloodstained glass
And the goblet red with shame.

And I know when I hear that last grim call
And my mortal hour's spent
When the light is hid and the curtains fall
I would rather sleep with the dead Ben Hall
Than go where that traitor went

Paul Slade printed a truncated version on his murder ballad site. However, he also presented extensive research on the Ben Hall story. It is well worth a read:

Click

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: Stewie
Date: 02 Jan 21 - 08:36 PM

Several songs about Ben Hall have been posted above, but not the ballad that John Meredith collected from Sally Sloane.

BEN HALL
(Anon)

Come all you young Australians and everyone besides
I'll sing to you a ditty that will fill you with surprise
Concerning of a ranger bold whose name it was Ben Hall
But cruelly murdered was this day which proved his downfall

An outcast from society. he was forced to take the road
All through his false and treacherous wife who sold off his abode
He was hunted like a native dog from bush to hill and dale
Till he turned upon his enemies and they could not find his trail

All out with his companions men's blood he scorned to shed
He oft-times stayed their lifted hands with vengeance on their heads
No petty mean or pilfering act he ever stooped to do
But robbed the rich and hearty man and scorned to rob the poor

One night as he in ambush lay all on the Lachlan Plain
When thinking everthing secure to ease himself had lain
When to his consternation and to his great surprise
And without one moment's warning a bullet past him flies

And it was soon succeeded by a volley sharp and loud
With twelve revolving rifles all pointed at his head
Where are you Gilbert, where is Dunn, he loudly did call
It was all in vain they were not there to witness his downfall

They riddled all his body as if they were afraid
But in his dying moment he breathed curses on their heads
That cowardly hearted Condel the sergeant of police
He crept and fired with fiendish glee till death did him release

Although he had a lion's heart more braver than the brave
Those cowards shot him like a dog no word of challenge gave
Though many friends had poor Ben Hall his enemies were few
Like the emblems of his native land his days were numbered too

It's through Australia's sunny climb Ben Hall will roam no more
His name is spread both near and far to every distant shore
For generations after this parents will to their children call
And rehearse for them the daring deeds committed by Ben Hall

You can hear Chloe and Jason Roweth's fine rendition at about the 1-hour mark of this video:

Youtube clip

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 02 Jan 21 - 01:34 AM

a fantastic session song - I wonder when we will hear it again!

That’s Not The Way, by Leon Rosselson, additional words by Robin Connaughton

sung by Robin Connaughton ON THE PEOPLE HAVE SONGS (2001) “I am an occasional songwriter, Tech teacher, singer and unionist. Exasperated by the rise of economic rationalism and the sustained move to the right in the major Australian political parties, I wrote new words to ‘The Plan’, a song by Leon Rosselson that I’d learned and couldn’t get out of my head. Don’t try for an exact birthday for the current version, the song keeps acquiring and losing new verses as needed!”

    That’s not the way it’s got to be
    There should be jobs for you and me
    Hiring not firing should be the master plan
    The workers shouldn’t have to pay
    Just to keep the boss at bay
    The world shouldn’t turn just to please a wealthy man

    I don’t like Keating, I didn’t like Hawke
    All they bloody did was talk
    And fight with each other while the country went to pot
    The Labour party doesn’t seem
    To know what the word labour means
    Retrenchment and recession
    They are now the workers’ lot

    We’ve got John Howard for a year or three
    Captain mediocrity
    Cutting back on welfare and the poor old ABC
    Costello, Reith and Vanstone too
    And a Labour rat to spice the brew
    Senate rat or rationalist they’re no friends to you or me

    In NSW we’ve got Bob Carr
    More like a Liberal every hour
    Fighting with his workers, nurses, teachers and police
    Who said the DLP was dead?
    The Labour right lifts up his head
    He’s just a Labour squatter
    And we're cockies on his lease

    Victoria ran under Kennett’s rules
    Closing down the government schools
    Sacking public servants and stealing their back pay
    Victoria is on the dole
    And Kennett thought he was on a roll
    If you want to help the workers mate there is a better way

    Economic rationalism, now there’s another sacred cow
    Sane as scientology, and as fallible as the pope
    I don’t like trickle-down, y’see
    No money trickles down to me
    Meanwhile me wages goes on trickling up like smoke

the first verse is repeated as a chorus.

I didn't know the original song, & found the first part of the video very confusing! The familiar words arrive at 2.14

wot a shame this old song refers to a prehistoric world ...


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Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: JennieG
Date: 01 Jan 21 - 09:35 PM

r-j, Sandra has my email addy and keeps me updated!

Re the version of the national anthem......I would like to chuck it completely and start afresh. It's a dreary tune and nobody knows the words - mumble mumble Straya fair mumble - a new tune with new words.


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Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 01 Jan 21 - 09:00 PM

new year, new anthem?


Anthem. The lyrics for this revised anthem were written by Judith Durham, Kutcha Edwards, Lou Bennett, Camilla Chance and Bill Hauritz.

video performed by Kutcha Edwards during the KAGE Team of Life theatre production.

Australia, celebrate as one, with peace and harmony.
Our precious water, soil and sun, grant life for you and me.
Our land abounds in nature’s gifts to love, respect and share,
And honouring the Dreaming, advance Australia fair.

With joyful hearts then let us sing, advance Australia fair.

Australia, let us stand as one, upon this sacred land.
A new day dawns, we’re moving on to trust and understand.
Combine our ancient history and cultures everywhere,
To bond together for all time, advance Australia fair.

With joyful hearts then let us sing, advance Australia fair.

Australia, let us strive as one, to work with willing hands.
Our Southern Cross will guide us on, as friends with other lands.
While we embrace tomorrow’s world with courage, truth and care,
And all our actions prove the words, advance Australia fair,

With joyful hearts then let us sing, advance Australia fair.

And when this special land of ours is in our children’s care,
From shore to shore forever more, advance Australia fair.
With joyful hearts then let us sing, advance . . Australia . . fair.

Campaign to make Anthem our national anthem Would you like this revised anthem to become our Australian official anthem? If so, we welcome your involvement in having this version sung and performed in your local community. No matter how small your action we’d then like to hear about it. In the comments section below, please tell us the story of how you talked about this with friends, in your workplace, had it sung in your child’s school, at your sporting event and so on. Thanks!


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Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: rich-joy
Date: 01 Jan 21 - 08:04 PM

Sorry guys. It is my intention to get those Alphabetical & Date listings of the first 4+ 1/2 months of song postings (almost 620 of them!), out to you today (Sandra, Stewie, Gerry).

Jennie, if you could PM me an email addy for the 2 x Excel spreadsheet attachments, you could get a copy too!
Plus any other interested readers?!

Gerry and Myrtle the Turtle will start the Next Edition listing, from 01Jan2021. [back to you now, Sandra, hehe]

We are having 'Woodford Withdrawals' here in Maleny and missing the Music and Community, and the Fire Event (first festival missed since 1992, bar one, in my case!), but after breakfast, I promise I will do my darnedest to finalise these spreadsheets!
I SO HOPE there are no errors, but that mouse can get a bit wayward in a spreadsheet, so I can't realistically promise that :)

Meanwhile, Wishing All of Us a New Improved 2021,
Cheers! Rich-Joy :)


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Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: Stewie
Date: 01 Jan 21 - 07:10 PM

Legendary Torres Strait Islander, Seaman Dan, has died aged 91. Like Uncle Dave Macon, he didn't begin making recordings until late in life. He was 70 when he made his first recording.

Click

I couldn't find any lyrics for 'Old Man Blues' so this is my transcription:

OLD MAN BLUES
(Seaman Dan)

Chorus
I got no time for old man blues
So many things I love to do
Got no time for old man blues
One of those things is singing for you

When I was a young man I rambled around
Just couldn’t keep my feet on the ground
Turn of the tide, off I’d be gone
Sailing the ocean with a cargo of song

I’m eighty-seven, some days I feel young
I still recall every song that I’ve sung
The glad ones, the sad ones, the ones in-between
Flow like a river, run through my dreams

Chorus

And when the day is over, sun is sinking low
I trust in luck tomorrow, that’s all I need to know

Instrumental break

Now that I’m older, no spring in my step
I still remember, I never forget
With Georgie and Terry, Izzy and Ray
All us old ramblers still rambling today

And when the day is over, sun is sinking low
I trust in luck tomorrow, that’s all I need to know

Chorus (x2)

Youtube clip

Rest easy, Dan.

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 01 Jan 21 - 07:00 PM

oops, that was the day I sent my list to Rich-Joy & I missed them (blush)


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Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: JennieG
Date: 01 Jan 21 - 03:43 PM

Sandra - I posted both those songs (and anothr one) on 16th December.


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Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 01 Jan 21 - 07:45 AM

I thought we had Norman Brown, but it had been omitted!

Ballad of Norman Brown by Dorothy Hewett, ©1962

There was a very simple man,
Honest and quiet, yet he became
The mate of every working man,
And every miner knows his name.

Chorus
Oh Norman Brown, oh Norman Brown
The murderin' coppers they shot him down,
They shot him down in Rothbury town,
A working man called Norman Brown.

"An honest man," the parson said,
And dropped the clods upon his head,
But honest man or not, he's dead
And that's the end of Norman Brown.

Coal bosses wiped their hands and sighed,
"It is a pity that he died."
It will inflame the countryside,
And all because of Norman Brown.

At pit-top meetings and on strike
In every little mining town,
When miners march for bread and rights
There marches honest Norman Brown.

He thunders at the pit-top strike,
His voice is in the women's tears,
With banner carried shoulder-high
He's singing down the struggling years.

A miner's pick is in his hand,
His song is shouted through the and,
A land that's free and broad and brown,
The land that bred us Norman Brown.

Last chorus
Oh Norman Brown, oh Norman Brown,
The murderin' coppers they shot him down.
They shot him down in Rothbury town,
To live forever ... Norman Brown.

lyrics

video

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The Rothbury songs -

The Country Knows the Rest by Graham Seal, posted 08 Sep 20 - 03:51 AM 

A Sad Day on the Coalfields (Tragedy At Rothbury), by Roger Grant (1929), posted 01 Jan 21 - 07:31 AM


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Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 01 Jan 21 - 07:31 AM

I haven't heard Myrtle for many years, what a wonderful song.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A Sad Day on the Coalfields (Tragedy At Rothbury) A Song by Roger Grant (1929)

There were sounds of sobs and crying as the daylight floods the sky,
The hour of life has vanished and the long night passes by,
I lift my eyes to heaven and in tears I'll call her son,
Who was taken from his mother by the crack of someone's gun.

Yes, in the hour of sorrow there's one thing I can't conceal,
For my heart is always longing and my thoughts will often steal
Across the bush to Rothbury whose surface leaves a track
To the boys who went on picket and the boy who'll never come back.

There was music at the graveside and in grief the mourners stood,
Still the wind a hymn was humming with the trees upon the hill,
The sun was shining brightly on sad friends from every town,
And the minister started praying for our dead pal Norman Brown.

Yes, in the hour of sorrow there's one thing I can't conceal,
For my heart is always longing and my thoughts will often steal
Across the bush to Rothbury whose surface leaves a track
To the boys who went on picket and the boy who'll never come back.

Lyrics, history & audio - sung by Alan Musgrove from his 1999 CD 'A young man and able'


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Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: GerryM
Date: 01 Jan 21 - 04:23 AM

MYRTLE THE TURTLE
© Bernard Bolan
"Eric Bogle once said:
'And I thought I was half mad until you started
writing songs about turtles running banks.'
He's probably right." - Bernard Bolan


I've got a little pet and his name is Frank
He's always very wet, 'cos I keep him in a tank
In my office, in a city bank,
A long-necked turtle is my little mate, Frank.
A long-necked turtle, his mother called him Myrtle,
'Til he started doing what a Myrtle doesn't do
But the bank's been booming since he came on deck
'Cos he isn't just a pretty face and one long neck.

I got him as an egg at a very early age.
I thought he'd be a budgie, so I put him in a cage.
Got a little ladder, and a little bag of seed,
And a book on budgies for my wife to read.
When she saw him hatch out, she saw there was a catch out -
"Funny bloody colour, and he's got four wings!
"Isn't very cuddly, in fact he's bloody ugly,
"Falls off his ladder, and he never sings."

But once in my office, and swimming in his tank
He soon became immersed in the business of the bank
Noted each deposit, and every payment made,
Who was overdrawn or who had not been paid.
He continued learning,
soon he showed a yearning
To influence decisions that I had to make.
So if you were penniless and had a loan to take
His neck would waddle and his head would shake.

Last week, Frank created quite a stink
When his pocket calculator went upon the blink
Banging on his window, water everywhere,
Threw his bowler hat in my maiden hair.
Soon he got a better one, albeit a wetter one
Back in business was my little mate Frank.
Tap tap tapping, he was underway,
We took over Westpac the following day.

Very soon the profit of the company had soared.
Frankie was appointed as the Chairman of the board.
A company tank with water weeds and lights
A little lady turtle to warm his nights
When he started wooing, nearly brought us ruin
His mind was of'n'on the job, - and he was too!
But the phase soon passed, and we all gave thanks,
Now there's lots of little turtles, little Franks and Myrtles,
Shaking and a'nodding all the livelong day.

So if you're having trouble with your banks,
Be sure to be kind to the turtles in the tanks.
And if you get your money, you can all give thanks
To the little Myrtle turtles and their long-necked Franks.

&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&

Can't find any videos online. More Bernard Bolan lyrics.


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Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: Stewie
Date: 31 Dec 20 - 07:34 PM

Here's a cracker of a song about coping with Covid.

WE ALL COPE IN DIFFERENT WAYS
(Darren Hanlon)

I had a ground breaking idea but I forgot to write it down
Now every thought starts to distort and they chase themselves around
Every concept loses meaning when you look at it too long
Today’s amazing line becomes tomorrow’s awful song
Well time’s longer than rope I once heard somebody say
There’s nowhere to tie the end on to so I just float away
It’s been 3 weeks since I’ve seen the cheeks of friends I’s goodbye kissing
Now I feed the magpie mince and hope he’ll stay a while to listen

Chorus:
We all cope in different ways
So don’t be too hard on yourself
A hopeless string of empty days
Like standing on an arctic shelf
Staring deep into the void
Of your undiscovered mind
Searching desperately to find
Some comfort from the malaise
We all cope in different ways

We now watch the kind of films our former selves would not believe
Old dvds of Keanu Reeves as we sneeze into our sleeves
I make calls to my great aunty and file tax 10 quarters old
But each receipt reminds me of when we were free and bold
Then I got lost in Jane Austin, her posthumous work ‘Persuasion’
She’s the early 1800’s poster girl for isolation
Her characters claim love if from some wealthy socialite
But Jane retained her single life and stayed at home to write

Chorus

They say the world’s been granted this chance for collective Zen
But I keep refreshing to find more death and my heart it breaks again
But statistics are just fish sticks without their human faces
How can I empathise with all the lives that each number embraces
When the behaviours of my own neighbours are making me suspicious
They prance around all over town like mobile Petri dishes
So I lock all the doors and windows and pull the blinds to make a blinker
I’ve become my own worst nightmare - anti-social over-thinker

We all cope in different ways
So don’t be too hard on yourself
A hopeless string of empty days
Like standing on an arctic shelf
Staring deep into the void
Of your undiscovered mind
If you’re lucky you might find
Some comfort from the malaise
We all cope in different ways

Youtube clip

Darren Hanlon

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: rich-joy
Date: 31 Dec 20 - 09:23 AM

Continuing some music in the Australian Atomic Age :

Two very different approaches in songwriting, about the (on-going) disasters of Maralinga.
First up is Pitjantjatjara band, The Wedgetail Eagles, and the second, Midnight Oil.


But meanwhile, more on THE GREAT SHAME JOBBERY (and sorry for the long post ….)

Scholar, poet, author, visual artist, musician, Judith Nangala Crispin, has written ***Five Threnodies for Maralinga published here : https://www.axonjournal.com.au/issue-c1/five-threnodies-maralinga (recommended reading) and on this webpage : http://demosjournal.com/maralinga/ has included a 1952-1963 timeline and comprehensive list of Britain’s nuclear tests in Australia, including the quantities contained of Plutonium, Uranium, Beryllium, and so on ** in comparison to the small quantities in the devastating bombs dropped on Hiroshima and Nagasaki – which is illuminating, to say the least.

Also included are the names, ages and death-dates of 68 babies and young children buried in Woomera Cemetary during the years of the Tests, many of whose deaths have been attributed to the 10 years of “minor” trials (some 550) of nuclear weapons at Maralinga, which ultimately, generated more contamination than the major tests. Those people who lived and worked at the long-range missile-testing “Woomera Rocket Range” (open to tourists these days but a “closed town” from 1947-1982), had signed the “Official Secrets Act” and their pleas for a proper explanation of their family deaths were met with either silence, lies, or sealed records. 68 babies and children lost to their families. Something to think on.

Read about “Project Sunshine” testing for Strontium 90 : “…. Young bones were chosen because they were particularly susceptible to accumulating the Sr-90 isotope. Around 1,500 exhumations took place, in both Britain and Australia — often without the knowledge or permission of the parents of the dead…..” https://www.abc.net.au/news/2020-03-24/maralinga-nuclear-tests-ground-zero-lesser-known-history/11882608 “The Advertiser” in Adelaide reported in Sept 2001 about these tests - AND the payments made to pathologists and morticians to persuade them to provide the bones – almost 22,000 in Australia and Papua-New Guinea between 1952 and 1978 : https://nuclear.foe.org.au/wp-content/uploads/Advertiser-Maralinga-Dossier.pdf

It has been estimated that some 17,000 servicemen from Australia, Britain, New Zealand and Canada, and civilians, were exposed (many deliberately) to the atomic testing and radiation during the period from 1952 to 1963 the vast majority of whom, were never compensated in any way for resulting ill health. For most, any records were edited, hidden or destroyed, meaning they could never even prove they had been present.

The 1985 McClelland Royal Commission report :   read the Conclusions from page 7
https://nuclear.foe.org.au/wp-content/uploads/Royal-Commission-conclusionsrecs.pdf

[ and in 2020, Govts and MSM wonder why folk would rather believe “conspiracy theories” than TRUST politicians, bureaucrats and scientists, et al : I mean, REALLY???!!! ]

There are many short documentary films and clips on YT concerning the history of atomic testing in Australia and elsewhere.    I missed the documentary film “Maralings Tjarutja” earlier this year, but maybe it can be found somewhere….. : “The film shows the experiences of the Maralinga Tjarutja people, in which the elders "reveal a perspective of deep time and an understanding of place that generates respect for the sacredness of both", their ancestors having lived in the area for millennia.[185] Despite the disregard for the traditional homelands of the Maralinga Tjarutja shown by the British and Australians involved in the testing, they have continued to fight for their rights to look after the now-contaminated land..[190] :

Meanwhile, this 50min one is on YT “Australian Atomic Confessions” but not yet watched by me : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_WMsJxTe-hU&list=PL1Wo0ifL6HBeESJaotuaEmlQRPfcXPfnP

Footnotes :

*** A threnody is a wailing ode, song, hymn or poem of mourning composed or performed as a memorial to a dead person. WIKI

** also radioactive Cobolt 60 tracer pellets, found scattered all over the landscape after one test, not listed

MARALINGA” was an Aboriginal word meaning "thunder", but not in the Western Desert language of the local people; it came from Garik, an extinct language originally spoken around Port Essington in the Northern Territory.[28]

BtW, Happy New Year! [I think I’m almost ready to move on from this particular research – it’s just too depressing]

To The Music!!


MARALINGA – WEDGETAIL EAGLE BAND

The Wedgetail Eagles were a popular central desert Aboriginal rock band from the Pitjantjatjara tribe in Australia.

Pumani Michael / Amos Lennon / Victor Tunkin c.1984

Where the red dust blows across the land
Is the place where my people used to stand
Where the Maralinga bomb went off that day

And now Mamu*** roams everywhere
And Anangu wait to go back there
Where the Maralinga bomb went off that day

They came across our land that day
Our food and homes they took away
It seemed as though we might just fade away

By Anangus strong and living still
We'll make the white man pay the bill
Till the Maralinga people go back home

The wind it blew, the stormclouds grew
And when the sky went dark we knew
That the Maralinga bomb went off that day

It's my fathers land you see
And its calling out inside of me
It's the land my people still call "back home"

They came upon our land that day
Our food and homes they took away
It looked as though we might just fade away

By Anangus strong and living still
We'll make the white man pay the bill
Till the Maralinga people go back home

Where the red dust blows across the land
Is the place where my people used to stand
Where the Maralinga bomb went off that day

And now Mamu*** roams everywhere
And Anangu wait to go back there
Where the Maralinga bomb went off that day

They came upon our land that day
Our food and homes they took away
It looked as though we might just fade away

By Anangus strong and living still
We'll make the white man pay the bill
Till the Maralinga people go back home

*** The Maralinga Tjarutja people, refer to the land around ground zero as "Mamu Pulka", Pitjantjatjara for "Big Evil".

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_nEhzQn6-Ek The Wedgies



MARALINGA – MIDNIGHT OIL

James Moginie and Peter Garrett , c.1983

Spoken : I come from a land of wide open spaces
Where the world turns around us and we just follow suit
There's heat in the air and peace reigns supreme
Got white flags on the clothes lines and the deals are clean

In the wind, the ashes fly
The poisoned crown, the charcoal ground
And if you can't see the smile in me
That's where I wanna be

There's only god, there's only christ
Think I'll lie down, for just a while
And if you can't see the smile in me
Well, that's where I wanna be

Spoken : And the grass became granite
And the sky a black sheet
Our bed was a graveyard
We couldn't feel our blistered feet
And the moaning and groaning and sighing of death
And the silence that followed
And the very harsh reality

So we watch and check them out and listen as we learn
Throw the pearls before the swine, ebb and flow and turning tide
Yeah we watch and catch them up no matter how they jump
The pigs will have to come to ground,we got to make it happen
Well, it's not really that new, yeah, try and make it happen now
What are we to do, yeah, maybe there's a chance for you

All around, an eerie sound
Their dreams a cloud, their world in shrouds
Coz in the wind, those ashes fly
Not much time, but time to try

And if you can't see the smile in me, that's coz I wanna be
I wanna be here at the end, Yes I want to be here at the end
Well, we have to be here at the end …..
I got to be here at the end, We must be here at the end.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=66FeJzGvfTg    The Oils


R-J


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Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: Stewie
Date: 30 Dec 20 - 08:46 PM

R-J, here's a kiwi one for you:

NO WARSHIPS
(Gumboot Tango)

I’ll tell you a tale about my little town
Well, it looks like the whole place is just closing down
With the shops disappearing and businesses folding
And I’ve painted ‘No Warships’ on the back of my Holden

The hospital’s closed and the factory’s been sold
And the milkman and the mailman are collecting the dole
So take me some place where the future is golden
And I’ve painted ‘No Warships’ on the back of my Holden

Now everyone’s going ‘round holding their breath
Saying, ‘what can we sell when we’ve got nothing left?’
Give back the hopes and the dreams that you’ve stolen
And I’ve painted ‘No Warships’ on the back of my Holden

Now they tell me that the government is the servant of the people
But the people they’re serving they aren’t my people
And I don’t care how high the percentage they’re polling
And I’ve painted ‘No Warships’ on the back of my Holden

Now where is the voice that once was so loud
Of nuclear freedom of which we’re so proud
When the Aussies and the Yanks can treat us like children
And I’ve painted ‘No Warships’ on the back of my Holden

Now everyone’s going ‘round holding their breath
Saying, ‘what can we sell when we’ve got nothing left?’
Give back the hopes and the dreams that you’ve stolen
And I’ve painted ‘No Warships’ on the back of my Holden

You can give back the hopes and the dreams that you’ve stolen
And I’ve painted ‘No Warships’ on the back of my Holden

Youtube clip

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: rich-joy
Date: 30 Dec 20 - 08:12 AM

Yet More Atomic Tests Music :

Checkout some (or all) of the articles linked to in this Dossier (and more clips on YT from survivors and investigators) :
https://nuclear.foe.org.au/wp-content/uploads/Advertiser-Maralinga-Dossier.pdf

Sobering reading.

The secrets and deliberate withholding +
The deliberate lies +
The callous disregard for the Australian population – both black and white – both civilian and military –
by both the British Govt AND the Australian Govt (who, to be fair, were also lied to by the Brits),
including the denials from both that radiation problems had occurred - and even that servicemen were involved!!!!

Perhaps they were hoping the rank-and-file would all be dead before they could be tempted to break the “Official Secrets Act”???
Guess it cuts down the cost of potential compensation claims and negative publicity….


Here is Paul Kelly’s contribution :

MARALINGA (aka Rainy Land)

This is a rainy land
This is a rainy land
No thunder in our sky
No trees stretching high
But this is a rainy land
This is a rainy land

My name is Yami Lester
I hear, I talk, I touch but I am blind
My story comes from darkness
Listen to my story now unwind
This is a rainy land
This is a rainy land

First we heard two big bangs
We thought it was the Great Snake digging holes
Then we saw the big cloud
Then the big, black mist began to roll
This is a rainy land
This is a rainy land

A strangeness on our skin
A soreness in our eyes like weeping fire
A pox upon our skin
A boulder on our backs all our lives
This is a rainy land
This is a rainy land

No thunder in our sky
No trees stretching high
But this is a rainy land

My name is Edie Millipuddie
They captured me and roughly washed me down
Then my child stopped kicking
Then they took away my oId man to town
They said 'Do you speak English?'
He said 'I know that Jesus loves me I know
Because the bible tells me so'

This is a rainy land
This is a rainy land
No thunder in our sky
No trees stretching high
But this is a rainy land
This is a rainy land


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mvXgspzP0go


R-J


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Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 30 Dec 20 - 05:42 AM

many years ago we had a session on body counts - singers sang songs where people die, I can't remember what the bloodiest song was, but
I won by reciting (I can't hold a tune on my own) "When the wind blows".

No own could beat 'a billion lost souls falling into hell'

sandra


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Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: rich-joy
Date: 30 Dec 20 - 05:01 AM

More Music of the Atomic Age:

Possibly the saddest 14+ minutes you can spend, is to watch and listen to the following presentation on YouTube by Japanese artist, Isao Hashimoto – the soundtrack representing 2,053 of the nuclear explosions over our World from 1945 to 1998 and therefore of the destruction of parts of the Earth and inhabitants - in one form or another.   Very sobering.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LLCF7vPanrY&t=128s    This version has a music composition overlaid, by Andrews Wax : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hAKH9KU3BHc&t=492s


A reminder here that Sandra posted Eric Bogle’s “When the Wind Blows” on Sept 18th. This song was based on Raymond Briggs’ 1982 graphic novel of the same name, which, as he said, was “a chilling little book” :
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/When_the_Wind_Blows_(comics)

Meanwhile, Paul Lawler, in Darwin, wrote this number for his folk-rock band, “Gutter Press”. It is, however, yet to be digitised and posted to his channel.


NUCLEAR FISSION ( aka MARILINGA ON )

Paul Lawler, May1983 ©


Nuclear fission, provoked a decision
To find out why I had no emission.

I was given permission to see a physician
Who told me I should stop all coition.

Exit creation, no ejaculation
Radiations, yield mutation.

With trepidation, I applied embrocation
And tried to stop this ulceration.

Contamination, incarceration
Expectation – castration.

Amputation, desolation
Causation – detonation.

~ Paul Lawler ~



Some Industry and Govt hype infers that we’re naïve to worry overly much about the ongoing and unsolved problem of nuclear waste; that it’s just not as dangerous to the planet and inhabitants as many have made out.
But, we’ve trusted Them before, eh…………… :(

Anyway, here is what France is trying, underneath the town of Bure : https://www.ft.com/content/db87c16c-4947-11e6-b387-64ab0a67014c
(and SONGS, STORIES, and ART may all have a part to play!)



R-J


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Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: Stewie
Date: 29 Dec 20 - 10:23 PM

THE RED ROSE TOP
(Traditional)

I'll cut off the red rose top
And plant the willow green, green
In all this world the you may see
It's slighted I have been, been

Oh, when your thyme is pulled and gone
They care no more for you, you
There's not a place your thyme goes waste
But it spreads all over with rue, rue
It spreads all over with rue

John Meredith collected this from Sally Sloane who learned it from her grandmother. It is derived from the English song, 'The seeds of love'.

Youtube clip

--Stewie.


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Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 29 Dec 20 - 12:35 AM

a most excellent song


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Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: JennieG
Date: 28 Dec 20 - 10:50 PM

The late David O'Connor wrote a good one about the French nuclear tests in the Pacific - when I have time I'll type it out. It starts off:

Drop it in Paris, c'est votre bomb......


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Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 28 Dec 20 - 10:02 PM

The Reedy River still flows © Bruce Watson 2013, winner of the Bush Music Club 60th Anniversary Song competition         

Chorus:
Time goes by, how the years they fly
And fashions may come and may go
But as long as there’s music, as long as there’s dance
The Reedy River still flows
The Reedy River still flows

In the far distant times of the Dreaming
When people first walked this land
There was music and dancing to sing up the spirits
To bring us together, every woman and man

Chorus

And from far distant lands others came
And still come to our bounteous shores
They bring stories and songs that tell who we are
And we dance round the room as did others before

Chorus

In far distant places through the bush of Australia
The song catchers tirelessly roamed
Collecting the stories and tunes of our country
Collecting the dances, the songs and the poems

Chorus

So let’s sing songs of those come before us
And let’s strike up the fiddle and bow
And let’s dance till we drop, and then sing one more chorus
So the River of Music still flows

Chorus

video - Bruce & the "Ringwood All Stars" a scratch band from the Ringwood Folk Club. Bruce wrote this song to celebrate the 60th anniversary of the Sydney Bush Music Club, the longest running folk club in Australia, in 1954. The club emerged from the folk musical production "Reedy River". The song celebrates tradition and continuity using the metaphor of a river.
Musicians: Harry Gardner, Peter Ellis, Maggie Somerville, Maree Butler, Don Gingrich


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Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
From: rich-joy
Date: 28 Dec 20 - 09:01 PM

BtW, I did NOT mean to suggest in my earlier post, that there were NOT songs about the French Muroroa and British Christmas Is. tests etc etc, just that I hadn't yet found the obvious ones on YT (MORE TIME! is the thing .........)

Here, for example, is the HERBS number called "FRENCH LETTER" : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TuJ8PP1Icfw

"When Herbs’ recording of ‘French Letter’ – a song protesting French nuclear testing in the South Pacific – spent eleven weeks on the New Zealand charts in 1982, it represented a mainstream peak for a musical movement that had begun in this country some 50 years earlier....."
from "Decades of Dissent : Protest Songs in New Zealand" : https://www.rnz.co.nz/national/programmes/afternoons/audio/201852325/decades-of-dissent-protest-songs-in-new-zealand

Be good to hear this one :"Unity Singers member Rudy Sunde can be heard performing ‘Talking Radiation’, a talking blues adapted from Pete Seeger in which he asks ‘How would you like to spend Christmas on Christmas Island’?" [aka Kiritimati Island, that the British nuked)

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/New_Zealand_nuclear-free_zone

Cheers,
R-J


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