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Hellova triumph. Thanks Robin.
Bill
On 28/12/2013, at 8:02 PM, Robin Hamilton wrote:
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> From: Bill Wootton
>
> Also some sort of larrikin triumphing against the odds, particularly
well-bred odds.
>>>
>
> As in ...
>
> THE BASTARD FROM THE BUSH
>
> As the night was falling slowly over city, town and bush, From a house
> in Hogan's Alley came the Captain of the Push, And his whistle loud
> and piercing woke the echoes of the Rocks, And a dozen ghouls came
> slouching round the corners of the docks,
>
> Then the Captain jerked a finger at a stranger on the kerb, Whom he
> qualified politely with an adjective and verb.
> Then he made the introduction, ''Here's a covey from the bush, Fuck me
> blind, he wants to join us, be a member of the Push!"
>
> Then the stranger made this answer to the Captain of the Push, 'Fuck
> me dead, I'm Foreskin Fred, the Bastard from the Bush!
> I've been to every two-up school from Darwin to the 'Loo, I've ridden
> colts and black gins, what more can a Bastard do?'
>
> "Are you game to smash a window?" asked the Captain of the Push; 'I'd
> knock a fucking house down,' said the Bastard from the Bush.
> Would you take a maiden's baby? said the Captain of the Push.
> 'I'd take baby's a maiden,' said the Bastard from the Bush.
>
> Would you bash a bloody copper, if you caught the cunt alone.
> Would you stoush a swell or chinky, split his garret with a stone,
> Would you make you wife a harlot, would swear off work for good?'
> Again that bastard's voice rang out. 'My fucking oath, I would!
>
> 'Do you help the girls pick gumleaves?' asked the Captain of the Push
> 'No, I hit 'em with the branches! said the Bastard from the Bush.
> 'Would you knock me down and rob me?' asked the Captain of the Push.
> 'I'd knock you down and fuck you!' said the Bastard from the Bush.
>
> 'Would you like a cigarette?' said the Captain of the Push.
> 'I'll take the bloody packet,' said the Bastard from the Bush.
> Then the Pushites all took counsel, saying 'Fuck me but he's game.
> Let's make him our star basher, and he'll live up to his name.'
>
> So they took him to their hide-out, that Bastard from the Bush And
> they gave him all the privileges belonging to the Push.
> But soon they found his little ways were more than they could stand.
> And finally the Captain thus addressed his little band;
>
> 'Now listen here you 'buggers, we've caught a fucking tartar:
> At every kind of bludgin' that bastard's got the starter.
> At poker and at two-up be shook our fucking rules, He swipes our
> fucking liquor and he robs our fucking girls.
>
> So down in Hogan's Alley, all the members of the Push Laid a dark and
> dirty ambush for the Bastard from the Bush.
> And against the wall of Riley's pub, the Bastard made a stand.
> A nasty grin upon his dial, a bike chain in his hand.
>
> They sprang upon him in a bunch, but one by one they fell, With crack
> of bone, unearthly groan and agonizing yell, Till the sorely battered
> Captain, spitting teeth and coughing blood, Held an ear all torn and
> bleeding in a hand bedaubed with mud.
>
> 'You low polluted bastard,' snarled the Captain of the Push, 'Get back
> to where you come from, that's somewhere in the bush.
> And I hope that vile misfortune may tumble down on you:
> May some lousy harlot dose you till your bollocks turn sky blue.
>
> May the pangs of windy spasms through your aching bowels dart, May you
> shit your bloody trousers, every time you try to fart, May you take a
> swig of gin's piss, mistaking it for beer, May the Push you next
> impose on toss you out upon your ear.
>
> May the itching piles torment you, may corns grow on your feet, May
> crabs as big as spiders attack your balls a treat.
> Then when you're down and out and a hopeless bloody wreck, May you
> slip back through your arsehole and break your bloody neck.'
>
>
> http://warrenfahey.com/Sydney-Folklore/SECTION-18/sfp-18-Bastard-Bush.
> html
>
> I'm at work (intermittently, interminably) on an updating of S.J.Farmer's
_Musa Pedestris_, which will conclude with a section of Larrikin poetry. At
the moment, this encompasses the following, and any suggestions for
additions would be much welcome -- including particular poems by C.J.Dennis,
whom I intend to get round to reading sometime.
>
> If I were closer to Sydney, I'd look into the National Library, and check
through the entire run of back numbers of _The Dead Bird_. Either the
originals or the microfilm -- http://catalogue.nla.gov.au/Record/1921071.
But alas, an ocean intervenes ... Unless someone would happen to be passing
by there?
>
> Robin
>
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>
> 6. Larrikin Verse
>
> "Fanny Flukem's Ball' - c 1890/91: "Now, listen, rorty bummers ."
> From Graham Seal , The lingo - listening to Australian English, p. 43
>
> W.T.Googe, "The Australian Slanguage" -- 1898 "'Tis the everyday
> Australian ." (From The Bulletin, 4 June 1898.)
>
> Louis Esson, Red Gums and Other Verses (Melbourne, 1912):
> "Back Ter Little Lon" -- Renie's left er 'usband-eighteen months
> aw'y, "Jugger" -- Give the push the office .
>
> "The Larrikin's Hop": Did you ever see a larrikins' hop .
> From Melissa Bellenta, "Leary kin: Australian larrikins and the blackface
minstrel dandy"
>
> WOOLLOOMOOLOO LAIR - pre-1895
> "On the day that I was born, it was a cold & a frosty morn ."
> http://www.mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=3254
> [Slightly edited by RH, 31.10.09]
>
> 'Oh, my name it is McCarty / And I'm a rorty party' -- 1895 Text from:
> Melissa Bellanta, "The Larrikin 's Hop: Larrikinism and Late Colonial
> Popular Theatre".
> Original in Djin-djin, the Japanese bogie-man (1895)
>
> Henry Lawson, THE CAPTAIN OF THE PUSH:
> "As the night was falling slowly down on city, town and bush ."
> http://www.poetryconnection.net/poets/Henry_Lawson/19132
>
> THE BASTARD FROM THE BUSH:
> "As the night was falling slowly over city, town and bush ."
> http://warrenfahey.com/Sydney-Folklore/SECTION-18/sfp-18-Bastard-Bush.
> html
>
> I'VE CHUCKED UP MY PUSH FOR THE DONAH:
> "I 'ave done with playin' fan-tan, and I've chuck'd the two-up school,
> http://warrenfahey.com/Sydney-Folklore/SECTION-14/sfp-section-14.html
>
> LARRIKIN DITTY:
> "Oh fare ye well gallant livers ."
> http://warrenfahey.com/Sydney-Folklore/SECTION-14/sfp-section-14.html
>
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