[ Kelly, Banjo and Bar.
by William Anthony, 2019
" Stone the crows," the old time Bushie said, " Out here the scrub its bloody tuff,"
" First ya takes the Bar and Banjo, ya digs them holes thru dirt 'n rock,
" 'Til the bastards are good 'n deep enuff,"
" Then yer takes yer Kelly 'n offs ya rock, ya hearing me well my young Cock?"
" Ya finds some mulga, tough 'n hard, first make cert yer Kelly's good 'n sharp,"
" Find 'em good, solid 'n tall, not ant eaten 'cos they'll just fall apart,"
"Then heft yer Kelly wide and strong, chop like ya mean it, 'n don't carp,
'bout getting sore,'cos I'll be filling up the cart."
Looking quite bemused and bewilder looked the new-chum now,
he upped and asked, "What's these Kelly, Banjos and things?"
" Stone me," the Old-timer cried, "them's those bloody things laying by yer side,
is ya really dumber than a bloody cow?" ]
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Feel free to reply to any comment by clicking the "Reply" button.Irish, or Aussie?
Lop-Eared-Mule
Level 7
Jan 2, 2019
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Irish or Aussie what?
@Triphid The roots of the poem...... I see you're an Aussie....... a bit of both I suppose....
@Lop-Eared-Mule As my Dad used to say, " Heinz 57," that's me. The whole idea of the poem is from tales told to me really old Bushies way back when I was a kid.
With a wee dab of the A.B. 'Banjo' Paterson magic thrown in of course.
@Triphid are you familiar with Duke Tritton? I've just posted a link in "Traditional and Folkmusic" which contains some of his work if you are interested.
FrayedBear
Level 9
Jan 1, 2019
0
That was worthy of Banjo P. himself.
Petter
Level 9
Jan 1, 2019
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You omitted the poem] after the beginning [ and [/poem in front of your closing ]
FrayedBear
Level 9
Jan 1, 2019
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I like it, but I don't know all the slang terms.
Tomfoolery33
Level 9
Jan 1, 2019
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Good old Aussie bush slang mate, e.g. a Kelly is an axe, a Banjo is a Shovel and a Bar is a Crow-bar about 6 feet long, chisel shaped at one end, a new-chum is someone who has just started working in the bush, a 'Bushie' is an old hand, been working in the bush most of his life.
Oh, and Mulga is variety of the Acacia tree, hard, blood red wood and tough enough to blunten a chainsaw, let alone a Kelly.
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