Good lord no! But it was interesting to see the last remaining member of
the Paraguayan Experiment (he was a child at the time) interviewed on
ABC TV on Tuesday night - according to the reporter, the only person to
still speak Australian English in C19 accent. Tho' the Pitcairnese
cannot be far off...
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poetics [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On Behalf Of Max Richards
Sent: Thursday, 28 September 2006 2:40 PM
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Subject: Re: Snap in Ozzie lingo
Crikey, Caleb!
Did you transcribe all that lingo...?
best from Max
Quoting Caleb Cluff <[log in to unmask]>:
> For those interested in the arcane determinants of this language...
>
> Wot's in a name?-- she sez . . . An' then she sighs, An' clasps 'er
> little 'ands, an' rolls 'er eyes.
> "A rose," she sez, "be any other name
> Would smell the same.
> Oh, w'erefore art you Romeo, young sir?
> Chuck yer ole pot, an' change yer moniker!"
>
>
> Doreen an' me, we bin to see a show--
> The swell two-dollar touch. Bong tong, yeh know.
> A chair apiece wiv velvit on the seat; A slap-up treat.
> The drarmer's writ be Shakespeare, years ago, About a barmy goat
> called Romeo.
>
>
> "Lady, be yonder moon I swear!" sez 'e.
> An' then 'e climbs up on the balkiney; An' there they smooge a treat,
> wiv pretty words Like two love-birds.
> I nudge Doreen. She whispers, "Ain't it grand!"
> 'Er eyes is shining an' I squeeze 'er 'and.
>
>
> 'Wot's in a name?" she sez. 'Struth, I dunno.
> Billo is just as good as Romeo.
> She may be Juli-er or Juli-et--
> 'E loves 'er yet.
> If she's the tart 'e wants, then she's 'is queen, Names never count .
> . . But ar, I like "Doreen!"
>
>
> A sweeter, dearer sound I never 'eard; Ther's music 'angs around that
> little word, Doreen! . . . But wot was this I starts to say About the
> play?
> I'm off me beat. But when a bloke's in love 'Is thorts turns 'er way,
> like a 'omin' dove.
>
>
> This Romeo 'e's lurkin' wiv a crew--
> A dead tough crowd o' crooks--called Montague.
> 'Is cliner's push--wot's nicknamed Capulet-- They 'as 'em set.
> Fair narks they are, jist like them back-street clicks, Ixcep' they
> fights wiv skewers 'stid o' bricks.
>
>
> Wot's in a name? Wot's in a string o' words?
> They scraps in ole Verona wiv the'r swords, An' never give a bloke a
> stray dog's chance, An' that's Romance.
> But when they deals it out wiv bricks an' boots In Little Lon.,
> they're low, degraded broots.
>
>
> Wot's jist plain stoush wiv us, right 'ere to-day, Is "valler" if yer
> fur enough away.
> Some time, some writer bloke will do the trick Wiv Ginger Mick, Of
> Spadger's Lane.
> 'E'll be a Romeo,
> When 'e's bin dead five 'undred years or so.
>
>
> Fair Juli-et, she gives 'er boy the tip.
> Sez she: "Don't sling that crowd o' mine no lip; An' if you run agin a
> Capulet, Jist do a get."
> 'E swears 'e's done wiv lash; 'e'll chuck it clean.
> (Same as I done when I first met Doreen.)
>
>
> They smooge some more at that. Ar, strike me blue!
> It gimme Joes to sit an' watch them two! '
> E'd break away an' start to say good-bye, An' then she'd sigh "Ow,
> Ro-me-o!" an' git a strangle-holt, An' 'ang around 'im like she feared
> 'e'd bolt.
>
>
> Nex' day 'e words a gorspil cove about A secret weddin'; an' they plan
> it out.
> 'E spouts a piece about 'ow 'e's bewitched:
> Then they git 'itched . . .
> Now, 'ere's the place where I fair git the pip!
> She's 'is for keeps, an' yet 'e lets 'er slip!
>
>
> Ar! but 'e makes me sick! A fair gazob!
> E's jist the glarsey on the soulful sob, 'E'll sigh and spruik, a'
> 'owl a love-sick vow-- (The silly cow!) But when 'e's got 'er, spliced
> an' on the straight 'E crools the pitch, an' tries to kid it's Fate.
>
>
> Aw! Fate me foot! Instid of slopin' soon As 'e was wed, off on 'is
> 'oneymoon, 'Im an' 'is cobber, called Mick Curio, They 'ave to go An'
> mix it wiv that push o' Capulets.
> They look fer trouble; an' it's wot they gets.
>
>
> A tug named Tyball (cousin to the skirt) Sprags 'em an' makes a start
> to sling off dirt.
> Nex' minnit there's a reel ole ding-dong go- 'Arf round or so.
> Mick Curio, 'e gets it in the neck,
> "Ar rats!" 'e sez, an' passes in 'is check.
>
>
> Quite natchril, Romeo gits wet as 'ell.
> "It's me or you!" 'e 'owls, an' wiv a yell, Plunks Tyball through the
> gizzard wiv 'is sword, 'Ow I ongcored! "Put in the boot!" I sez. "Put
> in the boot!"
> "'Ush!" sez Doreen . . . "Shame!" sez some silly coot.
>
>
> Then Romeo, 'e dunno wot to do.
> The cops gits busy, like they allwiz do, An' nose around until 'e gits
> blue funk An' does a bunk.
> They wants 'is tart to wed some other guy.
> "Ah, strike!" she sez. "I wish that I could die!"
>
>
> Now, this 'ere gorspil bloke's a fair shrewd 'ead.
> Sez 'e "I'll dope yeh, so they'll think yer dead."
> (I tips 'e was a cunnin' sort, wot knoo A thing or two.) She takes 'is
> knock-out drops, up in 'er room:
> They think she's snuffed, an' plant 'er in 'er tomb.
>
>
> Then things gits mixed a treat an' starts to whirl.
> 'Ere's Romeo comes back an' finds 'is girl Tucked in 'er little
> coffing, cold an' stiff, An' in a jiff, 'E swallows Iysol, throws a
> fancy fit, 'Ead over turkey, an' 'is soul 'as flit.
>
>
> Then Juli-et wakes up an' sees 'im there, Tums on the water-works an'
> tears 'er 'air, "Dear love," she sez, "I cannot live alone!"
> An' wiv a moan, She grabs 'is pockit knife, an' ends 'er cares . . .
> "Peanuts or lollies!" sez a boy upstairs.
>
> Caleb
>
> -----Original Message-----
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> poetics [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On Behalf Of andrew burke
> Sent: Thursday, 28 September 2006 9:54 AM
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> Subject: Re: Snap in Ozzie lingo
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