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JACK POBAR Holberton St Toowoomba Recorded May 1973
Tony On Da FarmI dam fulla da Queensland, your country very dry,I never make da fortune, no matta how I try; Banana getta da bunchy top, tomata catcha da blight, Cabbage getta da havis looka da rotten sight' Grub eata da peanut, loosa da crop of da corn, Cockatoo he eatum up all night and early morn. One weeks verra cold, da next week's verra hot; Then ya gotta da thundastorms, and drown da bloody lot. Someone doctors ma red bull, make him verra sick, Cow he die of redwater, too much da cattle tick. I next loosem cart horse, call him Stars and Stripes, Only drive him two times, den he getta da gripes; I getta dan disgusted, I gonna make da tracks, Den the Country Party writes me about income tax, He writa nasty letta, give a man da fright, I write back and tell him da money verra tight. The Council writa too, they sticka up the rata, I tell him I gotta no cash, put em on da slate; Now whata da hell you grin about, dis no time for laugh, Your country bloomin' rotten, not the slightest doubt. I go up to da auctioneer, I tell him thisa yarn – I hope to chrise you too damn quick sella da rotten farm, I mortgage every bloomin' thing to the Agricultural Bank, Twenty years in Queensland and I draw a bloomin' blank. |