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From: (John Feltham)
Subject: Re: [ABOUT WORDS] Ironbark - Addendum
Date: Sun, 11 Apr 2004 15:23:36 +1000
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G'day Gordon,

On 10 Apr 2004 at 13:56, Gordon Barlow wrote:

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Subject: [ABOUT WORDS] Ironbark

> > And" "Murder! Bloody murder!" yelled the man from Ironbark.
> >
> The poem ends with a typical Paterson envoi:

I was so fagged ut after all that typing, I forgot to turn the page.

You added the last verse, but forgot the second last....

'ere 'tis.

A peeler man who heard the din came in to see the show;
He tried to run the bushman in, but he refused to go.
And when at last the barber spoke, and said "'Twas all in fun
Twas just a little harmless joke, a trifle overdone."
"A joke!" he cried, "By George, that's fine; a lively sort of lark;
I'd like to catch that murdering swine some night in Ironbark."

And now while round the shearing floor the list'ning shearers gape,
He tells the story o'er and o'er, and brags of his escape.
"Them barber chaps what keeps a tote, By George, I've had enough,
One tried to cut my bloomin' throat, but thank the Lord it's tough."
And whether he's believed or no, there's one thing to remark,
That flowing beards are all the go way up in Ironbark.




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