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The Singing Soldiers

"When I'm sittin' in me dug-out wiv me rifle on me knees,

An' a yowlin', 'owlin' chorus comes a-floatin' up the breeze -

Jist a bit o' 'Bonnie Mary' or 'Long Way to Tipperary' -

Then I know I'm in Australia, took an' planted overseas.

They've bin up agin it solid since we crossed the flamin' foam;

But they're singin' - alwiz singin' - since we left the wharf at 'ome.

"O, it's 'On the Mississippi' or 'Me Grey 'Ome in the West.'

If it's death an' 'ell nex' minute they must git it orf their chest.

C J Dennis

Upon the Road to Rockabout

Upon the road to Rockabout

I came upon some sheep -

A large and woolly flock about

As wide as it was deep.

I was about to turn about

To ask the man to tell

Some things I wished to learn about

Both sheep and wool as well,

C J Dennis

A Spring Song

The world 'as got me snouted jist a treat;

Crool Forchin's dirty left 'as smote me soul;

An' all them joys o' life I 'eld so sweet

Is up the pole.

Fer, as the poit sez, me 'eart 'as got

The pip wiv yearnin' fer - I dunno wot.

I'm crook; me name is Mud; I've done me dash;

Me flamin' spirit's got the flamin' 'ump!

C J Dennis

Polly Dibbs

Mrs Dibbs - Polly Dibbs,

Standing at a tub,

Washing other people's clothes -

Rub-Rub-Rub.

Poor, old, skinny arms

White with soapy foam -

At night she takes her shabby hat

And goes off home.

C J Dennis

The Axeman

High on the hills, where the tall trees grow,

There lives an axeman that I know.

From his little hut by a ferny creek,

Day after day, week after week,

He goes each morn with his shining axe,

Trudging along by the forest tracks;

And he chops and he chops till the daylight goes

High on the hills, where the blue-gum grows.

C J Dennis

The Call of Stoush

Wot price ole Ginger Mick? 'E's done a break -

Gone to the flamin' war to stoush the foe.

Wus it fer glory, or a woman's sake?

Ar, arst me somethin' easy! I dunno.

'Is Kharki clobber set 'im off a treat,

That's all I know; 'is motive's got me beat.

Ole Mick 'e's trainin' up in Cairo now;

An' all the cops in Spadger's Lane is sad.

C J Dennis

The Spotted Heifers

Mr Jeremiah Jeffers

Owned a pair of spotted heifers

These he sold for two pounds ten

To Mr Robert Raymond Wren

Who reared them in the lucerne paddocks

Owned by Mr Martin Maddox,

And sold them, when they grew to cows,

To Mr Donald David Dowse.

C J Dennis

The Intro

'Er name's Doreen…Well spare me bloomin' days!

You could er knocked me down wiv 'arf a brick!

Yes, me, that kids meself I know their ways,

An' 'as a name for smoogin' in our click!

I just lines up an' tips the saucy wink.

But strike! The way she piled on dawg! Yer'd think

A bloke was givin' back-chat to the Queen….

'Er name's Doreen.

C J Dennis

War

'E sez to me, "Wot's orl this flamin' war?

The papers torks uv nothin' else but scraps.

An'wot's ole England got snake-'eaded for?

An' wot's the strength uv callin' out our chaps?"

'E sez to me, "Struth! Don't she rule the sea?

Wot does she want wiv us?" 'e sez to me.

Ole Ginger Mick is loadin' up 'is truck

One mornin' in the markit feelin' sore.

C J Dennis

Riding Song

Flippity-flop! Flippity-flop!

Here comes the butcher to bring us a chop

Cantering, cantering down the wide street

On his little bay mare with the funny white feet;

Cantering, cantering out to the farm,

Stripes on his apron and basket on arm.

Run to the window and tell him to stop -

Flippity-flop! Flippity-flop!

C J Dennis

Doreen

"I wish't yeh menat it, Bill." Oh, 'ow me 'eart

Went out to 'er that evnin' on the beach.

I knew she weren't no ordinary tart,

My little peach!

To 'ear 'er voice! Its gentle sorter tone,

Like soft dream-music of some Dago band.

An' me all out; an' 'oldin' in me own

'Er little 'and.

C J Dennis

Cuppacumalonga

'Rover, rover, cattle-drover, where go you to-day?'

I go to Cuppacumalomga, fifty miles away;

Over plains where Summer rains have sung a song of glee,

Over hills where laughing rills go seeking for the sea,

I go to Cuppacumalonga, to my brother Bill.

Then come along, ah, come along!

Ah, come to Cuppacumalonga!

Come to Cuppacumalonga Hill!

C J Dennis