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25 Sep 08 - 03:29 PM (#2450139) Subject: Lyr Req: Eric Bogle's' Bango'Lyrics abd Chords From: GUEST,KD Hi can you help me please with the above. one of the most moving songs i have heard for a long time. Many thanks if you can. KD |
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25 Sep 08 - 04:26 PM (#2450203) Subject: Lyr Add: AS IF HE KNOWS (Eric Bogle) From: GUEST,The Barden of England sans cookie Do you mean this? AS IF HE KNOWS Eric Bogle It's as if he knows He's standing close to me His breath warm on my sleeve His head hung low It's as if he knows What the dawn will bring The end of everything For my old Banjo And all along the picket lines beneath the desert sky The light horsemen move amongst their mates to say one last goodbye And the horses stand so quietly Row on silent row It's as if they know Time after time We rode through shot and shell We rode in and out of Hell On their strong backs Time after time They brought us safely through By their swift sure hooves And their brave hearts Tomorrow we will form up ranks and march down to the quay And sail back to our loved ones in that dear land across the sea While our loyal and true companions Who asked so little and gave so much Will lie dead in the dust For the orders came No horses to return We were to abandon them To be slaves After all we'd shared And all that we'd been through A nation's gratitude Was a dusty grave For we can't leave them to the people here, we'd rather see them dead So each man will take his best mate's horse with a bullet through the head For the people here are like their land Wild and cruel and hard So Banjo, here's your reward It's as if he knows He's standing close to me His breath warm upon my sleeve His head hung low It's as if he knows. these are Eric's notes from the cd Colur of Dreams: During WWI, Australia shipped about 53,000 horses overseas to serve in the various theatres of that war. Of that number, only one returned to Australia at the end of the war, and it was, of course, a General's favourite mount. The rest, or at least the survivors of that original 53,000, were not allowed to return home mainly because of quarantine restrictions, it was feared they could spread anthreax and similar diseases throughout Australia's cattle industry. So the ANZACS were ordered to get rid of what horses they had left. In the European theatre of war many of the horses were sold or given to French and Belgian farmers and peasants and such like. But in Palestine the Light Horsemen refused to either give or sell their horses to the local Arab population, as they thought that the Arabs in general treated their animals with dreadful cruelty. Mind you, I can't think of anything more cruel than subjecting innocent horses to the horrors of modern warfare, but i guess those were the prevailing attitudes of the times. So, rather than leave their horses to a lifetime of slavery, as they saw it, the Light Horsemen shot them. Each man shot his best mate's horse, and that was that. I wrote this song after reading an Anzac Day newspaper artivle about an old veteran Light Horsemen called Elijah Conn, who was talking about his horse, Banjo, and how his best mate shot Banjo just before they marched off to the ship that was waiting to take them home to Australia. Even after 70 years, Elijah's eyes filled with tears when talking about it. This song is for Elijah and Banjo. Sorry to take up so much of your time with this little story, but it's one that deserves to be heard I think. |
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26 Sep 08 - 02:04 AM (#2450576) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Eric Bogle's' Bango'Lyrics abd Chords From: eddie1 This didn't just apply to ANZAC horses. My uncle worked for Jeffrey's Brewery in Edinburgh and drove Jock and Jimmy, a pair of matched Clydesdale geldings. All three were called up and went off to France in 1915 where they hauled guns, an ambulance and anything else required. He returned, Jock and Jimmy were "put down" He was then in his early 20s and never worked with horses again. Eddie |
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26 Sep 08 - 05:19 AM (#2450647) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Eric Bogle's' Bango'Lyrics abd Chords From: GUEST,KD Hi Yes it is what i wanted many thanks for this info. a real sad story. but i guess thats war!!! KD |
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28 Sep 08 - 10:32 PM (#2452488) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: As If He Knows (Eric Bogle) From: Jim Dixon Previously posted here: Lyr Add: As If He Knows (Eric Bogle). |
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28 Sep 08 - 11:28 PM (#2452505) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: As If He Knows (Eric Bogle) From: Rowan During WWI, Australia shipped about 53,000 horses overseas to serve in the various theatres of that war. Of that number, only one returned to Australia at the end of the war, and it was, of course, a General's favourite mount. And, at last count, there were at least five hooves in various parts of Oz, each said to be from that General's favourite mount. But it's a great song. Cheers, Rowan |
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03 Jan 18 - 12:10 PM (#3897166) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: As If He Knows (Eric Bogle) From: kendall The first time I heard this song I played it in the car on a new cd. I'm an animal lover, and I had to turn it off. it got to me so hard I couldn't see. Eric Bogle is one of the very best song writers in the world. From hilarious to head holding sorrow, and everything in between. |
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03 Jan 18 - 01:02 PM (#3897180) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: As If He Knows (Eric Bogle) From: GUEST "During WWI, Australia shipped about 53,000 horses overseas to serve in the various theatres of that war. Of that number, only one returned to Australia at the end of the war, and it was, of course, a General's favourite mount." All true, pity Bogle didn't go on to explain the hoops that General had to go through to be allowed to bring his horse back, or the extensive and lengthy quarantine and veterinary checks the horse was subjected to - all expense being paid by that General. Nice yarn by way of a sleeve note, but my guess is that at some point or other Bogle came across this written much earlier by "Banjo" Paterson about the Second Boer War: The Last Parade Andrew Barton Paterson WITH never a sound of trumpet, With never a flag displayed, The last of the old campaigners Lined up for the last parade. Weary they were and battered, Shoeless, and knocked about; From under their ragged forelocks Their hungry eyes looked out. And they watched as the old commander Read out, to the cheering men, The Nation?s thanks and the orders To carry them home again. And the last of the old campaigners, Sinewy, lean, and spare? He spoke for his hungry comrades: ?Have we not done our share? ?Starving and tired and thirsty We limped on the blazing plain; And after a long night?s picket You saddled us up again. ?We froze on the wind-swept kopjes When the frost lay snowy-white. Never a halt in the daytime, Never a rest at night! ?We knew when the rifles rattled From the hillside bare and brown, And over our weary shoulders We felt warm blood run down, ?As we turned for the stretching gallop, Crushed to the earth with weight; But we carried our riders through it? Carried them perhaps too late. ?Steel! We were steel to stand it? We that have lasted through, We that are old campaigners Pitiful, poor, and few. ?Over the sea you brought us, Over the leagues of foam: Now we have served you fairly Will you not take us home? ?Home to the Hunter River, To the flats where the lucerne grows; Home where the Murrumbidgee Runs white with the melted snows. ?This is a small thing surely! Will not you give command That the last of the old campaigners Go back to their native land?? . . . . . They looked at the grim commander, But never a sign he made. ?Dismiss!? and the old campaigners Moved off from their last parade. Paterson got the nickname "Banjo" from a none too successful race horse he once bought. |