An Australian Folk Song A Day: September 2011

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The Squatter of the Olden Time.

15 September 1894, Oakleigh Leader (North Brighton, Vic. : 1888 - 1902), page 3

…that Thompson's run from scab is scarcely free This fine old Murray settler, one of the olden time. And now his fortune he has made, to England straight goes he, But finds with grief he's not received as he had hoped to be. His friends declare his habits queer, his language much too free, And are somewhat apt to cross the street, when him they chance to see This fine Australlan squatter, the boy of the olden time. Another variation of the Fine Old English Gentleman (see yesterday's post), this time from the Oakleigh Leader, Saturday 15 September, 1894 ( ). The illustration to this post is a hand-coloured lithograph, The Squatter's First Home , by Alexander Denistoun Lang (dated 1847 and held by the State Library of Victoria).…

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THE FINE OLD BORDER SQUATTER. (After Sir Wm Norcott, Bart.,)

12 March 1860, Portland Guardian and Normanby General Advertiser (Vic. : 1842 - 1876), page 3

…it is that I resolve from town to start away, Like a poor tax ridden Squatter, one of the present day. My horse stands saddled at the door, I quaft my parting glass, And drink the health and bid adieu to every Adelaide lass, Thus leaving all the duns behind, I seek again repose, And seated by my own fireside I banish all my woes, Like a fine old jolly Squatter, one of the olden time. An Australian version of Henry Russell 's much-parodied Fine Old English Gentleman . Dated 6 March, 1860 at Mount Gambier and published in the Portland and Normanby General Advertiser on 12 March that year. The illustration to this post is a portrait of Henry Russell.…

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CLIVE TURNBULL asks Is it back to the workhouse we go?

19 August 1950, The Argus (Melbourne, Vic. : 1848 - 1957), page 2

…if you refuse You must fight or deliver - pray which do you choose? The trooper surrender'd his horse and his arms Then hasten'd to Yea town to give the alarm “Farewell "shouts the rover "This revolver's my shield To the traps or the gallows I never will yield.” We may sing of young Gilbert, Dan Morgan, Ben Hall But the bold reckless robber surpasses them all The pluck that is in him is beyond all belief A daring young highwayman, a professional thief. This column appeared in the Melbourne Argus newspaper on 19 August, 1950 above these lyrics ( ) Clive Turnbull Says: A song from wilder days YOU may remember thata few months ago we had quite a correspondence about the old song, "The Wild Colonial Boy." Miss Elsie Heath of Grasmere, Sheep Hills, whose father was one of the pioneers of the Wimmera when it was thrown open for selection, writes that she has vivid recollections of the song as her father sang it to the children sitting 'round the fire on cold wintry nights - it varies slightly from the versions already published. Better still, Miss Heath tells me that her mother, not long ago, found…