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Maj !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! G'day !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"Life is too short to ski with ugly men"
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Welcome back girl and
G'day.
G'day.
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I Am Australian by Bruce Woodley and Dobe Newton
I came from the dream-time, from the dusty red soil plains,
I am the ancient heart the keeper of the flame,
I stood upon the rocky shore I watched the tall ships come,
For forty thousand years I'd been the first Australian.
I came upon the prison ship bound down by iron chains
I cleared the land, endured the lash and waited for the rains.
I'm a settler, I'm a farmer's wife on a dry and barren run
A convict then a free man, I became Australian.
I'm the daughter of a digger who sought the mother lode
The girl became a woman on the long and dusty road
I'm a child of the depression, I saw the good times come
I'm a bushy, I'm a battler, I am Australian.
Chorus: We are one but we are many,
and from all the lands on earth we come,
We share a dream, and sing with one voice,
I am, you are, we are Australian.
I'm a teller of stories, I'm a singer of songs
I am Albert Namatjira, and I paint the ghostly gums
I am Clancy on his horse, I'm Ned Kelly on the run
I'm the one who waltzed Matilda, I am Australian.
I'm the hot wind from the desert, I'm the black soil of the plains
I'm the mountains and the valleys, I'm the drought and flooding rains
I am the rock, I am the sky, the rivers when they run
The spirit of this great land, I am Australian.
I came from the dream-time, from the dusty red soil plains,
I am the ancient heart the keeper of the flame,
I stood upon the rocky shore I watched the tall ships come,
For forty thousand years I'd been the first Australian.
I came upon the prison ship bound down by iron chains
I cleared the land, endured the lash and waited for the rains.
I'm a settler, I'm a farmer's wife on a dry and barren run
A convict then a free man, I became Australian.
I'm the daughter of a digger who sought the mother lode
The girl became a woman on the long and dusty road
I'm a child of the depression, I saw the good times come
I'm a bushy, I'm a battler, I am Australian.
Chorus: We are one but we are many,
and from all the lands on earth we come,
We share a dream, and sing with one voice,
I am, you are, we are Australian.
I'm a teller of stories, I'm a singer of songs
I am Albert Namatjira, and I paint the ghostly gums
I am Clancy on his horse, I'm Ned Kelly on the run
I'm the one who waltzed Matilda, I am Australian.
I'm the hot wind from the desert, I'm the black soil of the plains
I'm the mountains and the valleys, I'm the drought and flooding rains
I am the rock, I am the sky, the rivers when they run
The spirit of this great land, I am Australian.
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And one more old favourite!
Home Among The Gum Trees
I've been around the world a couple
of times or maybe more
I've seen the sights, I've had delights
On every foreign shore
But when my friends all ask me the place
that I adore I tell them right away
(Chorus)
Give me a home among the gum trees
With lots of plum trees
A sheep or two, a kangaroo
A clothes-line out the back
Verandah out the front
And an old rocking chair
You can see me in the kitchen
Cookin' up a roast
Or Vegemite on toast
Just you and me, a cup of tea
Later on we'll settle down
And mull up on the porch
And watch the possums play
(Chorus)
Some people like their houses
With fences all around
Others live in mansions
And some beneath the ground
But me, I like the bush, you know
With rabbits running 'round
And a pumpkin vine out the back
(Chorus Twice)
Home Among The Gum Trees
I've been around the world a couple
of times or maybe more
I've seen the sights, I've had delights
On every foreign shore
But when my friends all ask me the place
that I adore I tell them right away
(Chorus)
Give me a home among the gum trees
With lots of plum trees
A sheep or two, a kangaroo
A clothes-line out the back
Verandah out the front
And an old rocking chair
You can see me in the kitchen
Cookin' up a roast
Or Vegemite on toast
Just you and me, a cup of tea
Later on we'll settle down
And mull up on the porch
And watch the possums play
(Chorus)
Some people like their houses
With fences all around
Others live in mansions
And some beneath the ground
But me, I like the bush, you know
With rabbits running 'round
And a pumpkin vine out the back
(Chorus Twice)
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And one more for the raod God Im gettign home sick! :-1
I Still Call Australia Home by Peter Allen
I've been to cities that never close down,
from New York to Rio and old London town,
but no matter how far or how wide I roam
I still call Australia home.
I'm always trav'lin, I love being free,
And so I keep leaving the sun and the sea,
But my heart lies waiting over the foam
I still call Australia home.
All the sons and daughters, spinning 'round the world,
Away from their family and friends,
But as the world gets older and colder,
It's good to know where your journey ends.
But someday we'll all be together once more
when all of the ships came back to the shore,
I realise something I've always known
I still call Australia home.
But no matter how far or how wide I roam,
I still call Australia, I still call Australia,
I still call Australia Home
I Still Call Australia Home by Peter Allen
I've been to cities that never close down,
from New York to Rio and old London town,
but no matter how far or how wide I roam
I still call Australia home.
I'm always trav'lin, I love being free,
And so I keep leaving the sun and the sea,
But my heart lies waiting over the foam
I still call Australia home.
All the sons and daughters, spinning 'round the world,
Away from their family and friends,
But as the world gets older and colder,
It's good to know where your journey ends.
But someday we'll all be together once more
when all of the ships came back to the shore,
I realise something I've always known
I still call Australia home.
But no matter how far or how wide I roam,
I still call Australia, I still call Australia,
I still call Australia Home
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This isn't "iconic", but I was rather pleased with myself for picking up on it :
CBC Radio runs a half hour drama each week called "Afghanada". It follows a fictionalised Canadian army unit as they tour the Afghani countryside in search of Taliban.
Last week, they entered a post manned by the Australian army. In one scene, you could hear The Easybeats "Friday On My Mind" being played in the background by an off duty soldier.
I recognised it as an Aussie pop hit from circa 1966 .
What a great song ! Still sounds fresh and vital, forty years later.
CBC Radio runs a half hour drama each week called "Afghanada". It follows a fictionalised Canadian army unit as they tour the Afghani countryside in search of Taliban.
Last week, they entered a post manned by the Australian army. In one scene, you could hear The Easybeats "Friday On My Mind" being played in the background by an off duty soldier.
I recognised it as an Aussie pop hit from circa 1966 .
What a great song ! Still sounds fresh and vital, forty years later.
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Try :-
THE BAND PLAYED WALTZING MATILDA
(Eric Bogle)
Now when I was a young man I carried me pack
And I lived the free life of the rover.
From the Murry's green basin to the dusty outback,
Well, I waltzed my Matilda all over.
Then in 1915 my country said, "Son,
It's time you stop rambling, there's work to be done."
So they gave me a tin hat and they gave me a gun
And they marched me away to the war.
And the band played Waltzing Matilda,
As the ship pulled away from the quay
And midst all the cheers, flag waving and tears,
We sailed off for Gallipoli
And how well I remember that terrible day,
How our blood stained the sand and the water
And of how in that hell that they called Suvla Bay
We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter.
Johnny Turk, he was ready, he primed himself well.
He showered us with bullets, and he rained us with shells,
And in five minutes flat, he'd blown us all to hell,
Nearly blew us back home to Australia.
(But) And the band played Waltzing Matilda,
As we stopped to bury our slain,
We buried ours, the Turks buried theirs,
Then we started all over again.
And those that were left, well we tried to survive
In that mad world of blood, death and fire.
And for ten weary weeks I kept myself alive
Though around me the corpses piled higher.
Then a big Turkish shell knocked me ass over head
And when I awoke in me hospital bed
And saw what it had done, well I wished I was dead.
Never knew there were worse things than dying.
For I'll go no more Waltzing Matilda,
All around the green bush far and free
To hump tent and pegs, a man needs both legs,
No more waltzing Matilda for me.
So they gathered the crippled, the wounded, and maimed,
And they shipped us back home to Australia.
The legless, the armless, the blind and insane,
Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla.
And when our ship pulled into Circular Quay
I looked at the place where me legs used to be
And I thank Christ there was no body waiting for me
To grieve, to mourn and to pity.
But the Band played Waltzing Matilda
As they carried us down the gangway,
But nobody cheered, they just stood and stared,
Then they turned all their faces away.
So now every April I sit on me porch
And I watch the parade pass before me.
And I see my old comrades, how proudly they march
Reviving old dreams and past glory,
And the old men march slowly, all bone stiff and sore
They're tired old heroes from a forgotten war
And the young people ask "What are they marching for?"
And I ask myself the same question.
But the band plays Waltzing Matilda,
And the old men still answer the call,
But as year follows year, more old men disappear
Someday, no one will march there at all.
Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda.
Who'll come a-Waltzing Matilda with me?
And their ghosts may be heard as they march by the billibong
Who'll come a-Waltzing Matilda with me?
THE BAND PLAYED WALTZING MATILDA
(Eric Bogle)
Now when I was a young man I carried me pack
And I lived the free life of the rover.
From the Murry's green basin to the dusty outback,
Well, I waltzed my Matilda all over.
Then in 1915 my country said, "Son,
It's time you stop rambling, there's work to be done."
So they gave me a tin hat and they gave me a gun
And they marched me away to the war.
And the band played Waltzing Matilda,
As the ship pulled away from the quay
And midst all the cheers, flag waving and tears,
We sailed off for Gallipoli
And how well I remember that terrible day,
How our blood stained the sand and the water
And of how in that hell that they called Suvla Bay
We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter.
Johnny Turk, he was ready, he primed himself well.
He showered us with bullets, and he rained us with shells,
And in five minutes flat, he'd blown us all to hell,
Nearly blew us back home to Australia.
(But) And the band played Waltzing Matilda,
As we stopped to bury our slain,
We buried ours, the Turks buried theirs,
Then we started all over again.
And those that were left, well we tried to survive
In that mad world of blood, death and fire.
And for ten weary weeks I kept myself alive
Though around me the corpses piled higher.
Then a big Turkish shell knocked me ass over head
And when I awoke in me hospital bed
And saw what it had done, well I wished I was dead.
Never knew there were worse things than dying.
For I'll go no more Waltzing Matilda,
All around the green bush far and free
To hump tent and pegs, a man needs both legs,
No more waltzing Matilda for me.
So they gathered the crippled, the wounded, and maimed,
And they shipped us back home to Australia.
The legless, the armless, the blind and insane,
Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla.
And when our ship pulled into Circular Quay
I looked at the place where me legs used to be
And I thank Christ there was no body waiting for me
To grieve, to mourn and to pity.
But the Band played Waltzing Matilda
As they carried us down the gangway,
But nobody cheered, they just stood and stared,
Then they turned all their faces away.
So now every April I sit on me porch
And I watch the parade pass before me.
And I see my old comrades, how proudly they march
Reviving old dreams and past glory,
And the old men march slowly, all bone stiff and sore
They're tired old heroes from a forgotten war
And the young people ask "What are they marching for?"
And I ask myself the same question.
But the band plays Waltzing Matilda,
And the old men still answer the call,
But as year follows year, more old men disappear
Someday, no one will march there at all.
Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda.
Who'll come a-Waltzing Matilda with me?
And their ghosts may be heard as they march by the billibong
Who'll come a-Waltzing Matilda with me?
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Bryn Mawr;555415 wrote: Try :-
THE BAND PLAYED WALTZING MATILDA
(Eric Bogle)
I was just about to post about that one.
I have The Pogues version, and I play it every Remembrance Day. A very moving song.
http://www.pogues.com/Releases/Lyrics/L ... tzing.html
THE BAND PLAYED WALTZING MATILDA
(Eric Bogle)
I was just about to post about that one.
I have The Pogues version, and I play it every Remembrance Day. A very moving song.
http://www.pogues.com/Releases/Lyrics/L ... tzing.html
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Richard Bell;555442 wrote: I was just about to post about that one.
I have The Pogues version, and I play it every Remembrance Day. A very moving song.
http://www.pogues.com/Releases/Lyrics/L ... tzing.html
magenta flame;555475 wrote: OH good one brynny! now I've got tears runing down my cheeks:o
Yes I'd forgotten about that one, that is a waltz.
Apart from Eric Bogle himself, my favourate version is by June Tabor - it gets to me every time.
That guy either get me crying like a baby or pi$$ing myself laughing - a magnificent songwriter
I have The Pogues version, and I play it every Remembrance Day. A very moving song.
http://www.pogues.com/Releases/Lyrics/L ... tzing.html
magenta flame;555475 wrote: OH good one brynny! now I've got tears runing down my cheeks:o
Yes I'd forgotten about that one, that is a waltz.
Apart from Eric Bogle himself, my favourate version is by June Tabor - it gets to me every time.
That guy either get me crying like a baby or pi$$ing myself laughing - a magnificent songwriter
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magenta flame;556722 wrote: Here's one that I'm sure every Australian on this board knows (even Ozboy way over there)
Don't know how many of you overseas people would though, so here's a bit of an education
Thanks Mag.
Don't know how many of you overseas people would though, so here's a bit of an education
Thanks Mag.
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magenta flame;556722 wrote: Here's one that I'm sure every Australian on this board knows (even Ozboy way over there)
Don't know how many of you overseas people would though, so here's a bit of an education
Thanks MF, one of the best! *Oz waving Aussie flag at work desk *
Don't know how many of you overseas people would though, so here's a bit of an education
Thanks MF, one of the best! *Oz waving Aussie flag at work desk *
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Tie Me Kangaroo Down, Sport
by Rolf Harris
Lyrics:
There's an old Australian stockman, lying, dying
And he gets himself up on one elbow
And he turns to his mates, who are all gathered 'round him
And he says
Watch me wallaby's feed, mate
Watch me wallaby's feed
They're a dangerous breed, mate
So watch me wallaby's feed
All together now
Tie me kangaroo down, sport
Tie me kangaroo down
Tie me kangaroo down, sport
Tie me kangaroo down
Keep me cockatoo cool, Curl
Keep me cockatoo cool
Don't go acting the fool, Curl
Just keep me cockatoo cool
All together now
Tie me kangaroo down, sport
Tie me kangaroo down
Tie me kangaroo down, sport
Tie me kangaroo down
Take me koala back, Jack
Take me koala back
He lives somewhere out on the track, Mac
So take me koala back
All together now
Tie me kangaroo down, sport
Tie me kangaroo down
Tie me kangaroo down, sport
Tie me kangaroo down
Let me abos go loose, Lou
Let me abos go loose
They're of no further use, Lou
So let me abos go loose
All together now
Tie me kangaroo down, sport
Tie me kangaroo down
Tie me kangaroo down, sport
Tie me kangaroo down
Mind me platypus duck, Bill
Mind me platypus duck
Don't let him go running amok, Bill
Just mind me platypus duck
All together now
Tie me kangaroo down, sport
Tie me kangaroo down
Tie me kangaroo down, sport
Tie me kangaroo down
Play your didgeridoo, Blue
Play your didgeridoo
Uh, like, keep playing while I shoot through, Blue
Play your didgeridoo
All together now
Tie me kangaroo down, sport
Tie me kangaroo down
Tie me kangaroo down, sport
Tie me kangaroo down
Tan me hide when I'm dead, Fred
Tan me hide when I'm dead
So we tanned his hide when he died, Clyde
And that's it hanging on the shed
All together now
Tie me kangaroo down, sport
Tie me kangaroo down
Tie me kangaroo down, sport
Tie me kangaroo down
Tie Me Kangaroo Down, Sport is the fifth (5th) song on the Dementia 2000 - Dr. Demento's 30th Anniversary album. It is an original song by Rolf Harris.
by Rolf Harris
Lyrics:
There's an old Australian stockman, lying, dying
And he gets himself up on one elbow
And he turns to his mates, who are all gathered 'round him
And he says
Watch me wallaby's feed, mate
Watch me wallaby's feed
They're a dangerous breed, mate
So watch me wallaby's feed
All together now
Tie me kangaroo down, sport
Tie me kangaroo down
Tie me kangaroo down, sport
Tie me kangaroo down
Keep me cockatoo cool, Curl
Keep me cockatoo cool
Don't go acting the fool, Curl
Just keep me cockatoo cool
All together now
Tie me kangaroo down, sport
Tie me kangaroo down
Tie me kangaroo down, sport
Tie me kangaroo down
Take me koala back, Jack
Take me koala back
He lives somewhere out on the track, Mac
So take me koala back
All together now
Tie me kangaroo down, sport
Tie me kangaroo down
Tie me kangaroo down, sport
Tie me kangaroo down
Let me abos go loose, Lou
Let me abos go loose
They're of no further use, Lou
So let me abos go loose
All together now
Tie me kangaroo down, sport
Tie me kangaroo down
Tie me kangaroo down, sport
Tie me kangaroo down
Mind me platypus duck, Bill
Mind me platypus duck
Don't let him go running amok, Bill
Just mind me platypus duck
All together now
Tie me kangaroo down, sport
Tie me kangaroo down
Tie me kangaroo down, sport
Tie me kangaroo down
Play your didgeridoo, Blue
Play your didgeridoo
Uh, like, keep playing while I shoot through, Blue
Play your didgeridoo
All together now
Tie me kangaroo down, sport
Tie me kangaroo down
Tie me kangaroo down, sport
Tie me kangaroo down
Tan me hide when I'm dead, Fred
Tan me hide when I'm dead
So we tanned his hide when he died, Clyde
And that's it hanging on the shed
All together now
Tie me kangaroo down, sport
Tie me kangaroo down
Tie me kangaroo down, sport
Tie me kangaroo down
Tie Me Kangaroo Down, Sport is the fifth (5th) song on the Dementia 2000 - Dr. Demento's 30th Anniversary album. It is an original song by Rolf Harris.
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magenta flame;557528 wrote: Yes he does DI, it's the verse about
...turn all me aboes loose bruce, turn all me aboe's loose, they're of no further use bruce, so turn me aboe's loose......or something of that nature.:-3
i have nothing to say cept..............hi mags!!!!!!
...turn all me aboes loose bruce, turn all me aboe's loose, they're of no further use bruce, so turn me aboe's loose......or something of that nature.:-3
i have nothing to say cept..............hi mags!!!!!!
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True Blue
This is some guy lip syncing to John Williamson's True Blue, but i liked the sentiments in his video...
Hey True Blue, don't say you've gone
Say you've knocked off for a smoko
And you'll be back later on
Hey True Blue, Hey True Blue
Give it to me straight
Face to face
Are you really disappearing,
Just another dying race,
Hey True Blue.
True Blue, is it me and you?
Is it Mum and Dad, is it a cockatoo?
Is it standing by your mate
When he's in a fight?
Or will she be right?
True Blue, I'm asking you...
Hey True Blue, can you bear the load?
Will you tie it up with wire,
Just to keep the show on the road?
Hey True Blue, Hey True Blue, now be Fair Dinkum
Is your heart still there?
If they sell us out like sponge cake
Do you really care?
Hey True Blue.
True Blue, is it me and you?
Is it Mum and Dad, is it a cockatoo?
Is it standing by your mate
When she's in a fight?
Or will she be right?
True Blue, I'm asking you...
True Blue, is it me and you?
Is it Mum and Dad, is it a cockatoo?
Is it standing by your mate
When he's in a fight?
Or will she be right?
True Blue ... True Blue.
This is some guy lip syncing to John Williamson's True Blue, but i liked the sentiments in his video...
Hey True Blue, don't say you've gone
Say you've knocked off for a smoko
And you'll be back later on
Hey True Blue, Hey True Blue
Give it to me straight
Face to face
Are you really disappearing,
Just another dying race,
Hey True Blue.
True Blue, is it me and you?
Is it Mum and Dad, is it a cockatoo?
Is it standing by your mate
When he's in a fight?
Or will she be right?
True Blue, I'm asking you...
Hey True Blue, can you bear the load?
Will you tie it up with wire,
Just to keep the show on the road?
Hey True Blue, Hey True Blue, now be Fair Dinkum
Is your heart still there?
If they sell us out like sponge cake
Do you really care?
Hey True Blue.
True Blue, is it me and you?
Is it Mum and Dad, is it a cockatoo?
Is it standing by your mate
When she's in a fight?
Or will she be right?
True Blue, I'm asking you...
True Blue, is it me and you?
Is it Mum and Dad, is it a cockatoo?
Is it standing by your mate
When he's in a fight?
Or will she be right?
True Blue ... True Blue.
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Midnight Oil - Beds Are Burning
Out where the river broke
The bloodwood and the desert oak
Holden wrecks and boiling diesels
Steam in forty five degrees
The time has come
To say fairs fair
To pay the rent
To pay our share
The time has come
A facts a fact
It belongs to them
Lets give it back
How can we dance when our earth is turning
How do we sleep when our beds are burning
Four wheels scare the cockatoos
From kintore east to yuendemu
The western desert lives and breathes
In forty five degrees
(live - on scream in blue
The time has come
A facts a fact
It belongs to us all
Lets give it back)
Icehouse - Great Southern Land
Standing at the limit of an endless ocean
stranded like a runaway, lost at sea
city on a rainy day down in the harbour
watching as the grey clouds shadow the bay
looking everywhere 'cause I had to find you
this is not the way that i remember it here
anyone will tell you its a prisoner island
hidden in the summer for a million years
Great Southern Land, burned you black
so you look into the land and it will tell you a story
story 'bout a journey ended long ago
if you listen to the motion of the wind in the mountains
maybe you can hear them talking like I do
". . they're gonna betray, they're gonna forget you
are you gonna let them take you over this way . .
Great Southern Land, Great Southern Land
you walk alone like a primitive man
and they make it work with sticks and bones
see their hungry eyes, its a hungry home
I hear the sound of the stranger's voices
I see their hungry eyes, their hungry eyes
Great Southern Land, Great Southern Land
they burned you black, black against the ground
Great Southern Land, in the sleeping sun
you walk alone with the ghost of time
they burned you black, black against the ground
and they make it work with rocks and sand
I hear the sound of the stanger's voices
I see their hungry eyes, their hungry eyes
Great Southern Land, Great Southern Land
you walk alone, like a primitive man
you walk alone with the ghost of time
and they burned you black
yeah, they burned you black
Great Southern Land
Out where the river broke
The bloodwood and the desert oak
Holden wrecks and boiling diesels
Steam in forty five degrees
The time has come
To say fairs fair
To pay the rent
To pay our share
The time has come
A facts a fact
It belongs to them
Lets give it back
How can we dance when our earth is turning
How do we sleep when our beds are burning
Four wheels scare the cockatoos
From kintore east to yuendemu
The western desert lives and breathes
In forty five degrees
(live - on scream in blue
The time has come
A facts a fact
It belongs to us all
Lets give it back)
Icehouse - Great Southern Land
Standing at the limit of an endless ocean
stranded like a runaway, lost at sea
city on a rainy day down in the harbour
watching as the grey clouds shadow the bay
looking everywhere 'cause I had to find you
this is not the way that i remember it here
anyone will tell you its a prisoner island
hidden in the summer for a million years
Great Southern Land, burned you black
so you look into the land and it will tell you a story
story 'bout a journey ended long ago
if you listen to the motion of the wind in the mountains
maybe you can hear them talking like I do
". . they're gonna betray, they're gonna forget you
are you gonna let them take you over this way . .
Great Southern Land, Great Southern Land
you walk alone like a primitive man
and they make it work with sticks and bones
see their hungry eyes, its a hungry home
I hear the sound of the stranger's voices
I see their hungry eyes, their hungry eyes
Great Southern Land, Great Southern Land
they burned you black, black against the ground
Great Southern Land, in the sleeping sun
you walk alone with the ghost of time
they burned you black, black against the ground
and they make it work with rocks and sand
I hear the sound of the stanger's voices
I see their hungry eyes, their hungry eyes
Great Southern Land, Great Southern Land
you walk alone, like a primitive man
you walk alone with the ghost of time
and they burned you black
yeah, they burned you black
Great Southern Land
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Tenterfield Saddler
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Marie5656;557074 wrote: Tie Me Kangaroo Down, Sport is the fifth (5th) song on the Dementia 2000 - Dr. Demento's 30th Anniversary album. It is an original song by Rolf Harris.Hmm. Is it really?
I reckon Rolfy might have borrowed his idea a bit from the Dying Stockman, written around 1885 by a Queensland station owner called Horace Flower who in turn maybe based his ballad on an older traditional Irish one called Rosin the Bow. That's how these ballads are meant to evolve so it's not as though either of them wasn't supposed to.
A strapping young stockman lay dying
His saddle supporting his head
His two mates around him were crying
As he rose on his pillow and saidWrap me up with my stockwhip and blanket
And bury me deep down below
Where the dingoes and crows can't molest me
In the shade where the coolibahs growOh had I the flight of the bronzewing
Far over the plains would I fly
Straight to the land of my childhood
And there I would lay down and die
Then cut down a couple of saplings
Place one at my head and my toe
Carve on them cross stockwhip and saddle
To show there's a stockman below
Hark there's the wail of a dingo
Watchful and weird--I must go
For it tolls the death-knell of the stockman
From the gloom of the scrub down below
There's tea in the battered old billy
Place the pannikins out in a row
And we'll drink to the next merry meeting
In the place where all good fellows go
And oft in the shades of the twilight
When the soft winds are whispering low
And the darkening shadows are falling
Sometimes think of the stockman below
Here's the Irish one, for comparison...
I've traveled all over this world
And now to another I go
And I know that good quarters are waiting
To welcome old Rosin the Bow(repeat lines 4, 4, 3 and 4 as a chorus)When I'm dead and laid out on the counter
A voice you will hear from below
Saying "Send down a hogshead of whiskey
To drink with old Rosin the Bow"
Then get a half dozen stout fellows
And stack them all up in a row
Let them drink out of half gallon bottles
To the memory of Rosin the Bow
Then get this half dozen stout fellows
And let them all stagger and go
And dig a great hole in the meadow
And in it put Rosin the Bow
Then get ye a couple of bottles
Put one at me head and me toe
With a diamond ring scratch upon them
The name of old Rosin the Bow
I've only this one consolation
As out of this world I go
I know that the next generation
Will resemble old Rosin the Bow
I fear that old tyrant approaching
That cruel remorseless old foe
And I lift up me glass in his honor
Take a drink with old Rosin the Bow
I reckon Rolfy might have borrowed his idea a bit from the Dying Stockman, written around 1885 by a Queensland station owner called Horace Flower who in turn maybe based his ballad on an older traditional Irish one called Rosin the Bow. That's how these ballads are meant to evolve so it's not as though either of them wasn't supposed to.
A strapping young stockman lay dying
His saddle supporting his head
His two mates around him were crying
As he rose on his pillow and saidWrap me up with my stockwhip and blanket
And bury me deep down below
Where the dingoes and crows can't molest me
In the shade where the coolibahs growOh had I the flight of the bronzewing
Far over the plains would I fly
Straight to the land of my childhood
And there I would lay down and die
Then cut down a couple of saplings
Place one at my head and my toe
Carve on them cross stockwhip and saddle
To show there's a stockman below
Hark there's the wail of a dingo
Watchful and weird--I must go
For it tolls the death-knell of the stockman
From the gloom of the scrub down below
There's tea in the battered old billy
Place the pannikins out in a row
And we'll drink to the next merry meeting
In the place where all good fellows go
And oft in the shades of the twilight
When the soft winds are whispering low
And the darkening shadows are falling
Sometimes think of the stockman below
Here's the Irish one, for comparison...
I've traveled all over this world
And now to another I go
And I know that good quarters are waiting
To welcome old Rosin the Bow(repeat lines 4, 4, 3 and 4 as a chorus)When I'm dead and laid out on the counter
A voice you will hear from below
Saying "Send down a hogshead of whiskey
To drink with old Rosin the Bow"
Then get a half dozen stout fellows
And stack them all up in a row
Let them drink out of half gallon bottles
To the memory of Rosin the Bow
Then get this half dozen stout fellows
And let them all stagger and go
And dig a great hole in the meadow
And in it put Rosin the Bow
Then get ye a couple of bottles
Put one at me head and me toe
With a diamond ring scratch upon them
The name of old Rosin the Bow
I've only this one consolation
As out of this world I go
I know that the next generation
Will resemble old Rosin the Bow
I fear that old tyrant approaching
That cruel remorseless old foe
And I lift up me glass in his honor
Take a drink with old Rosin the Bow
Nullius in verba ... ☎||||||||||| ... To Fate I sue, of other means bereft, the only refuge for the wretched left.
When flower power came along I stood for Human Rights, marched around for peace and freedom, had some nooky every night - we took it serious.
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When flower power came along I stood for Human Rights, marched around for peace and freedom, had some nooky every night - we took it serious.
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Iconic australian songs
I was just going on content, that's all. I've heard several stockman songs but that one struck me as a potential ancestor, as did the Irish one. The link between the two I posted seems fairly apparent. The link with Rolf's song seems quite possible, I'd have thought, but of course I may be mistaken.
Nullius in verba ... ☎||||||||||| ... To Fate I sue, of other means bereft, the only refuge for the wretched left.
When flower power came along I stood for Human Rights, marched around for peace and freedom, had some nooky every night - we took it serious.
Who has a spare two minutes to play in this month's FG Trivia game! ... My other OS is Slackware.
When flower power came along I stood for Human Rights, marched around for peace and freedom, had some nooky every night - we took it serious.
Who has a spare two minutes to play in this month's FG Trivia game! ... My other OS is Slackware.
Iconic australian songs
magenta flame;560573 wrote: Paul Kelly, You read this like a story. It's the story of land rights in Australia and how it begun and how the Whitlam government gave them back their land. There's a powerful song about the 1949 Australian coal strike by Alistair Hulett at his website: http://www.alistairhulett.com/music/In% ... 0%2749.mp3
I'm not sure whether you'd call that an Iconic Australian song though it's been in my mind as one since I bought the CD at one of his concerts, but for a Scot who spent so long in Australia he does seem to have retained his original distinctive accent.
I'm not sure whether you'd call that an Iconic Australian song though it's been in my mind as one since I bought the CD at one of his concerts, but for a Scot who spent so long in Australia he does seem to have retained his original distinctive accent.
Nullius in verba ... ☎||||||||||| ... To Fate I sue, of other means bereft, the only refuge for the wretched left.
When flower power came along I stood for Human Rights, marched around for peace and freedom, had some nooky every night - we took it serious.
Who has a spare two minutes to play in this month's FG Trivia game! ... My other OS is Slackware.
When flower power came along I stood for Human Rights, marched around for peace and freedom, had some nooky every night - we took it serious.
Who has a spare two minutes to play in this month's FG Trivia game! ... My other OS is Slackware.