Kerri (solan_t) wrote,
Kerri
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Some poetry I learned of in Australia.


(this is a children's song)

Please don't call me a Koala Bear
'Cause I'm not a bear at all
Please don't call me a Koala Bear
It's driving me up the wall

If your name was Tom
And everyone called you Dick
Perhaps you'd understand
Why I'm sick, sick SICK

I'm simply a Koala
And I want the name to stick
So please don't call me a Koala Bear.


There were several public service announcement running that I STILL remember and can sing

For skin cancer awareness:

SLIP, SLOP, SLAP
SLIP on a shirt
SLOP on sunscreen and
SLAP on a hat

For lowering fat in the diet

Cut the spread on the bread
Forget the dab when you cook
Switch to low fat instead and
Take the skin off the chook. (chook = chicken)


The person with the mineral rights lease to my grandmother's farm is drilling for oil right now. There is, naturally, a derrick in the field. It keeps bringing a song to mind that is based on the poem "Song of Artisian Waters" by A.B. Patterson (better known as Banjo Patterson, who also wrote "Waltzing Matilda" and "The Man from Snowy River")

Song of the Artesian Water (the song version I learned in Australia)

Now the stock have started dying, and the land is gripped in drought;
But it doesn't look like raining, so we're going to do without;
With the derricks up above us and the solid earth below,
We are waiting at the lever for the word to let her go.

(chorus)
Sinking down, down, down,
Sinking down, down, down
Yes, we'll find artisian water
Deeper down, down, down
Deeper down, (echo: Deeper down)
Deeper down, (echo: Deeper down)
Yes we'll find artisian water
Deeper down


Now, our engine's built in Glasgow by a very canny Scot,
And he marked it twenty horse-power, but he don't know what is what:
When Canadian Bill is firing with the sun-dried gidgee logs,
She can equal thirty horses and a score or so of dogs.

(chorus)

But the shaft has started caving and the sinking's very slow,
And the yellow rods are bending in the water down below,
And the tubes are always jamming, and they can't be made to shift
Till we nearly burst the engine with a forty horse-power lift.

(chorus)

But there's no artesian water, though we've passed three thousand feet,
And the contract price is growing, and the boss is nearly beat.
But it must be down beneath us, and it's down we've got to go,
Though she's bumping on the solid rock four thousand feet below.

Sinking down, down, down,
Sinking down, down, down
Yes, we'll find artisian water
Deeper down, down, down
Deeper down, (echo: Deeper down)
Deeper down, (echo: Deeper down)
Yes we'll find artisian water
Deeper down

Yes we've found artisian water
Deeper down






Ooo a link! http://www.uq.edu.au/~mlwham/banjo/alphabetical.html (I am pretty sure you will get a warning screen from the U of Queensland, but it seems to be a policy thing)

If you have time, try

Song of the Artesian Water (the original poem) http://www.uq.edu.au/~mlwham/banjo/song_of_the_artesian_water.html
A Bush Christening (LOVE this one) http://www.uq.edu.au/~mlwham/banjo/a_bush_christening.html
The Great Calamity http://www.uq.edu.au/~mlwham/banjo/the_great_calamity.html
The Man From Ironbark (Why do I find this so amusing?) http://www.grandpapencil.com/stories/colonial/ironbark.htm
Clancy of the Overflow (which I can sing) http://www.grandpapencil.com/stories/colonial/clancy.htm

and of course

Waltzing Matilda (with hyper links for the really odd idiom!) http://www.uq.edu.au/~mlwham/banjo/waltzing_matilda.html
The Man from Snowy River http://www.uq.edu.au/~mlwham/banjo/the_man_from_snowy_river.html

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