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The Old Bush Songs
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TWO ABORIGINAL SONGS
I
Korindabria, korindabria, bogarona, bogarona. Iwariniang
iwaringdo, iwariniang, iwaringdo, iwariniang, iwaringdo,
iwariniang, iwaringdo, iwaringime. Iwaringiang, iwaringdoo,
ilanenienow, coombagongniengowe, ilanenienow, coombagongniengowe,
ilanenienowe combagoniengowe, ilanenienimme.
Buddha-buddharo nianga, boomelana, bulleranga, crobinea,
narnmala, yibbilwaadjo nianga, boomelana, a, boomelana,
buddha-buddharo, nianga, boomelana, buddharo nianga,
boomelana, bulleranga, crobinea, narnmala, yibbilwaadjo,
nianga, croilanume, a, croilanga, yibbilwaadjo, nianga,
croilanga, yibbilwaadjo, nianga croilanga, coondheranea,
tabiabina, boorganmala, yibbilwaadjo, nianga, croilanoome.
Of the above songs Mr. Mowle writesвÐâвÐÑI could never find out what the words meant, and I donвÐâ¢t think the blacks themselves knew.вÐÑ
Och! my nameвÐâ¢s Pat Malone, and IвÐâ¢m from Tipperary.
Sure, I donвÐâ¢t know it now IвÐâ¢m so bothered, Ohone!
And the gals that I danced with, light-hearted and airy,
ItвÐâ¢s scarcely theyвÐâ¢d notice poor Paddy Malone.
вÐâ¢Tis twelve months or more since our ship she cast anchor
In happy Australia, the EmigrantвÐâ¢s home,
And from that day to this thereвÐâ¢s been nothing but canker,
And grafe and vexation for Paddy Malone.
Oh, Paddy Malone! Oh, Paddy, Ohone!
Bad luck to the agent that coaxed ye to roam.
Wid a man called a squatter I soon got a place, sure,
HeвÐâ¢d a beard like a goat, and such whiskers, Ohone!
And he saidвÐâas he peeped through the hair on his faituresвÐâ
That he liked the appearance of Paddy Malone.
Wid him I agreed to go up to his station,
Saying abroad in the bush youвÐâ¢ll find yourself at home.
I liked his proposal, and вÐâ¢out hesitation
Signed my name wid a X that spelt Paddy Malone.
Oh, Paddy Malone, youвÐâ¢re no scholard, Ohone!
Sure, I made a cris-crass that spelt Paddy Malone.
A-herding my sheep in the bush, as they call itвÐâ
It was no bush at all, but a mighty great wood,
Wid all the big trees that were small bushes one time,
A long time ago, faith I вÐâ¢spose вÐâ¢fore the flood.
To find out this big bush one day I went further,
The trees grew so thick that I couldnвÐâ¢t, Ohone!
I tried to go back then, but that I found harder,
And bothered and lost was poor Paddy Malone.
Oh, Paddy Malone, through the bush he did roam
What a Babe in the Wood was poor Paddy Malone.
I was soon overcome, sure, wid grafe and vexation,
And camped, you must know, by the side of a log;
I was found the next day by a man from the station,
For I coo-eyвÐâ¢d and roared like a bull in a bog.
The man said to me, вÐÑArrah, Pat! whereвÐâ¢s the sheep now?вÐÑ
Says I, вÐÑI dunno! barring one here at home,вÐÑ
And the master began and kicked up a big row too,
And swore heвÐâ¢d stop the wages of Paddy Malone.
Arrah! Paddy Malone, youвÐâ¢re no shepherd, Ohone!
WeвÐâ¢ll try you with bullocks now, Paddy Malone.
To see me dressed out with my team and my dray too,
Wid a whip like a flail and such gaiters, Ohone!
But the bullocks, as they eyed me, they seemed for to say too,
вÐÑYou may do your best, Paddy, weвÐâ¢re blest if we go.вÐÑ
вÐÑGee whoa!...