Previously published in: The Bulletin, 17 December 1892īlessed = an exclamatory oath “bloody” was the most common expletive used at that time, but it was regarded as so rude and uncouth that it could not be printedīushman = a man from the bush someone who lives out in the countryīy George = an exclamatory oath from the tradition of avoiding blasphemy and the misuse of sacred words, by substituting words with the same initial letter (exclamatory oaths that use such a substitution for “God” include “by George”, “good golly”, “oh my gosh”, “good gracious me”, and “good grief”)Ĭatch him all alive = to succeed in tricking someone with a practical joke (originally an unrelated fishermen’s phrase)įlash = showy, vulgar fashionable or showy, but in a way that shows a lack of taste.įlats = usually a reference to river flats, the flat and fertile alluvial plains located around the lower reaches of large streams or rivers (usually prone to flooding) The Man from Snowy River and Other Verses, Angus & Robertson, Sydney, 1896, pages 64-68 That flowing beards are all the go way up in Ironbark.Īndrew Barton Paterson. ‘One tried to cut my bloomin’ throat, but thank the Lord it’s tough.’Īnd whether he’s believed or no, there’s one thing to remark, ‘Them barber chaps what keeps a tote, By George, I’ve had enough, He tells the story o’er and o’er, and brags of his escape. ‘I’d like to catch that murdering swine some night in Ironbark.’Īnd now while round the shearing floor the list’ning shearers gape, ‘A joke!’ he cried, ‘By George, that’s fine a lively sort of lark ‘’Twas just a little harmless joke, a trifle overdone.’ He tried to run the bushman in, but he refused to go.Īnd when at last the barber spoke, and said ‘’Twas all in fun. He grabbed the nearest gilded youth, and tried to break his neck.Īnd all the while his throat he held to save his vital spark,Īnd ‘Murder! Bloody Murder!’ yelled the man from Ironbark.Ī peeler man who heard the din came in to see the show He set to work with nail and tooth, he made the place a wreck He landed on the barber’s jaw, and knocked the barber out. He lifted up his hairy paw, with one tremendous clout ‘But you’ll remember all your life the man from Ironbark.’ ‘I only wish I had a knife, you blessed murdering shark! ‘You’ve done for me! you dog, I’m beat! one hit before I go! He struggled gamely to his feet, and faced the murd’rous foe:
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He fetched a wild up-country yell might wake the dead to hear,Īnd though his throat, he knew full well, was cut from ear to ear, No doubt it fairly took him in - the man from Ironbark.
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Upon the newly-shaven skin it made a livid mark. Then slashed the red-hot razor-back across his victim’s throat He raised his hand, his brow grew black, he paused awhile to gloat, Then made the water boiling hot and dipped the razor in. ‘I s’pose the flats is pretty green up there in Ironbark.’Ī grunt was all the reply he got he shaved the bushman’s chin, ‘I’ll make this bloomin’ yokel think his bloomin’ throat is cut.’Īnd as he soaped and rubbed it in he made a rude remark: To them the barber passed the wink, his dexter eyelid shut, Their eyes were dull, their heads were flat, they had no brains at all There were some gilded youths that sat along the barber’s wall. Just watch me catch him all alive, this man from Ironbark.’ He laid the odds and kept a ‘tote’, whatever that may be,Īnd when he saw our friend arrive, he whispered, ‘Here’s a lark! He was a humorist of note and keen at repartee, He wore a strike-your-fancy sash, he smoked a huge cigar The barber man was small and flash, as barbers mostly are, I’ll go and do the Sydney toff up home in Ironbark.’ ‘ ’Ere! shave my beard and whiskers off, I’ll be a man of mark, Until at last in sheer despair he sought a barber’s shop. He loitered here, he loitered there, till he was like to drop, He wandered over street and park, he wandered up and down. It was the man from Ironbark who struck the Sydney town,
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