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Book: Old Bush Songs
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'Tis of a wild Colonial Boy, Jack Doolan was his name,
Of poor but honest parents he was born in Castlemaine.
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Oh, we started down from Roto when the sheds had all cut out.
We'd whips and whips of Rhino as we meant to push about,
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John Gilbert was a bushranger
Of terrible renown
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'Twas of a valiant highwayman and outlaw of disdain
Who'd scorn to live in slavery or wear a convicts chain;
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In Dublin town I was brought up, in that city of great fame.
My decent friends and parents, they will tell to you the same.
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In an old bark hut on a mountainside
In a spot that was lone and drear
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A strapping young stockman lay dying,
His saddle supporting his head;
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Come all you gallant bushrangers who gallop o'er the plains
Refuse to live in slavery, or wear the convict chains.
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A life that is free as the bandit's of old,
When Rome was the prey of the warriers bold
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Now I'm getting broken mouthed,
My shearing's at an end,
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My name is Ben Hall from Urunga I came,
The cause of my turn out you all know the same;
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D'ye ken our Jack with his note so gay,
D'ye ken our Jack at the break of day,
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Come all Australia's sons to me --
A hero has been slain
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Now some shearing I have done, and some prizes I have won,
Through my knuckling down so close on the skin,
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When I was at home I was down on my luck,
And I earned a poor living by drawing a truck;
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Lonely and sadly one night in November
I laid down my weary head in search of repose
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Let Romanists all at Confessional kneel,
Let the Jew with disgust turn from it,
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You often have been told of regiments brave and bold,
But we are the bravest in the land;
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I'm a broken-down old squatter, my cash it is all gone,
Of troubles and bad seasons I complain;
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Hurrah for the Roma railway! Hurrah for Cobb and Co.,
And oh! for a good fat horse or two to carry me Westward Ho --
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There's a trade you all know well — It's bringing cattle over:
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He wore an old blue shirt the night that first we met,
An old and tattered cabbage-tree concealed his locks of jet;
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The sun peers o'er yon wooded ridge and thro' the forest dense,
Its golden edge o'er the mountain ledge looks down on the stockyard fence,
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The boss last night in the hut did say --
"We start to muster at break of day;
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Be ye stockmen or no, to my story give ear.
Alas! for poor Jack, no more shall we hear
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I'll sing to you a fine new song, made by my blessed mate,
Of a fine Australian squatter who had a fine estate,
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The saddle was hung on the stockyard rail,
And the poor old horse stood whisking his tail,
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At River Bend, in New South Wales,
All alone among the whales,
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The night is dark and stormy, and the sky is clouded o'er;
Our horses we will mount and ride away,
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A bright sun and a loosened rein,
A whip whose pealing sound
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Kind friends, pray give attention To this, my little song.
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Come, all you jolly natives, and I'll relate to you
Some of my observations -- adventures, too, a few.
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My name is old Jack Palmer,
I'm a man of olden days,
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A club there is established here, whose name they say is Legion;
From Melbourne to the Billabong they're known in every region.
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The stockmen of Australia, what rowdy boys are they,
They will curse and swear a hurricane if you come in their way.
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When first I came to Sydney Cove
And up and down the streets did rove,
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Now, shut your mouths, you loafers all,
You vex me with your twaddle,
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When the merchant lies down, he can scarce go to sleep
For thinking of his merchandise upon the fatal deep;
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That's his saddle on the tie-beam,
And them's his spurs up there
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Shadows of the twilight falling
On the mountain's brow,
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We often hear men boast about the land which gave them birth,
And each one thinks his native land the fairest spot on earth;
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Dark over the face of Nature sublime Reign'd tyranny, warfare, and every crime;
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Ye sons of industry, to you I belong,
And to you I would dedicate a verse or a song.
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Come now, ye sighing washers all,
Join in my doleful lay,
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I have come to tell the glorious news you'll all be glad to hear,
Of the pleasant alterations that are taking place this year.
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If you want a situation, I'll just tell you the plan
To get on to a station, I am just your very man.
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There's a happy little valley on the Eumerella shore,
Where I've lingered many happy hours away,
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I'm a broken-hearted miner, who loves his cup to drain,
Which often-times has caused me to lie in frost and rain.
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Come, all ye lads an' list to me,
That's left your homes an' crossed the sea,
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Now Jordan's land of promise is the burden of my song,
Perhaps you've heard him lecture, and blow about it strong;
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Hark! Hark! the dogs are barking, I can no longer stay;
The boys have all gone shearing, so I heard the shepherd say;
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I'm very unhappy, tho' nothing I've done.
I'll tell you the cause of my sorrow;
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Hurrah for the Lachlan, boys, and join me in a cheer;
That's the place to go to make a cheque every year.
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When first I left Old England's shore,
Such yarns as we were told,
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The earth rolls on through empty space, its journey's never done;
It's entered for a starry race throughout the kingdom come.
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Come listen to my ditty, come listen to me hum,
While I relate a verse or two of the professional bum
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It's ah ! for my grog, my jolly, jolly grog,
It's ah ! for my beer and tobacco;
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The Irishman loves his fair Colleen,
No doubt she is witty and pretty,
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'Twas a New England Cocky, as of late I've been told,
Who died, so 'tis said, on account of the cold.
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Over near a chock-and-log hut,
Down by the river-side,
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Then give me a hut in my own native land,
Or a tent in the bush with the mountains so grand;
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Throughout Australian History no tongue or pen can tell
Of such preconcerted treachery -- there is no parallel --
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Come! all ye lads of loyalty,
and listen to my tale;
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THE weather had been sultry for a fortnight's time or more,
And the shearers had been driving might and main,
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I've shore at Burrabogie, and I've shore at Toganmain,
I've shore at big Willandra and upon the old Coleraine,
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Dwell not with me,
For you'll never see
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All you on emigration bent,
With home and England ill-content,
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Our money's all spent, to the deuce it went!
The landlord, he looks glum;
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I've had all sorts of luck, sometimes bad, sometimes better,
But now I have somebody's luck and my own,
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Oh ! the shearing is all over,
And the wool is coming down,
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Och ! my name's Pat Malone, and I'm from Tipperary.
Sure, I don't know it now, I'm so bothered, Ohone!
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