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CLARRIE PETERS Austinmer Recorded 26 April 1973 The Dairy Farmer's Wife's GrowlI thought I was sick of the countryI wanted a trip to town, Was sick of my own make of blouse, I wanted an up-to-date gown. How I detested the smell of the cow-yard, And hated the sight of the sheep, And the thought of turning the butter churn handle Used to make me weep. Well, I've had my stray in the city, I'm hurrying home again now, And each turn of the wheel takes me further, From the rush, the roar and the row. I paid eighteen pence for my lunches, Just a couple of chops and some bread, You get nothing for nothing in Sydney, And it's four bob each night for our bed. And the squeal of the trams 'round the corners Made a hell of each day and each night. My new gown I must forget about, They sold me a bob's worth of velvet And called it a two-guinea hat. Now I'd sooner be chased 'round the yard by a bull, Than be chased around King Street again, The smell of our cow-yard is sweeter Than the smell when a motor goes by, And I'd sooner walk right through our pigsty, Than the Quay after two points of rain, I've had my stay in the city, And I'm going home again – now, And won't it be a joy to go milking. There's a cow-yard – I smell it from here! |