Thread: Slim Dusty sings Henry Lawson poem,

the festival is October 21-27. I am not sure if i will be in Europe then or not, see how the money is going.
The best thing is having all those cds are putting them on iTunes and putting it on shuffle you find so many good songs that are not well known ones.
is there a way of uploading songs on here that i have on my computer?

Originally Posted by Landy Smurf

the festival is October 21-27. I am not sure if i will be in Europe then or not, see how the money is going.
The best thing is having all those cds are putting them on iTunes and putting it on shuffle you find so many good songs that are not well known ones.
is there a way of uploading songs on here that i have on my computer?

Sent an e-mail, you can camp on the Kempsy showground, where the festival is. short walk to everything. They sent me the program, but I'm having a problem transferring it to here. Bob[ Just about got the missus on side to go.]

I just saw it on the slimdustycentre website

2-03 Where I'd Sooner Be - YouTube
I had not heard this song until today , I quite like it. It is a very short one though

Originally Posted by Landy Smurf

2-03 Where I'd Sooner Be - YouTube
I had not heard this song until today , I quite like it. It is a very short one though

What album is it off? I haven't heard that one, but I like it. It's something similar to what Henry Lawson , or Banjo would write. For example, Banjo's Clancy of the Overflow. Just a couple of verses , for example ;


I am sitting in my dingy little office, where a stingy
Ray of sunlight struggles feebly down between the houses tall,
And the foetid air and gritty of the dusty, dirty city,
Through the open window floating, spreads its foulness over all

And in place of lowing cattle, I can hear the fiendish rattle
Of the tramways and the buses making hurry down the street;
And the language uninviting of the gutter children fighting
Comes fitfully and faintly through the ceaseless tramp of feet.

And the hurrying people daunt me, and their pallid faces haunt me
As they shoulder one another in their rush and nervous haste,
With their eager eyes and greedy, and their stunted forms and weedy,
For townsfolk have no time to grow, they have no time to waste

From A.B."Banjo" Patersons collected verse, when ever I feel like I'm losing my way, a good read of Banjo, or Henry, helps, Bob

It is off ramblin' shoes vol. 2. It may be off another one as well but this is the album I found it on.

Originally Posted by DOD DEFENDER

from as far back as I can remember dad had slim dusty on playing every weekend till my late teens.

Thank God, my father didn't!

Can't finish up without one of Henrys' poems, and can't help thinking some of our current day citizens could get something out of it..... perhaps. Bob

Waratah and Wattle


Though poor and in trouble I wander alone,
With a rebal cockade in my hat;
Though friends may desert me, and kindred disown,
My country will never do that!
You may sing of the Shamrock, the Thistle, the Rose,
Or the three in a bunch, if you will;
But I know of a country that gathered all those,
And I love the great land where the Waratah grows,
And the Wattle-bough blooms on the hill.


Australia! Australia! so fair to behold-
While the blue sky is arching above;
The stranger should never have need to be told,
That the Wattle-bloom means that her heart is of gold,
And the Waratah's red with her love.


Australia! Australia! most beautiful name,
Most kindly and bountiful land;
I would die every death that might save her from shame,
If a black cloud should rise on the Strand;
But whatever the quarrel, whoever her foes,
Let them come! Let them come when they will!
Though the struggle be grim, 'tis Australia that knows
That her children will fight while the Waratah grows,
And the Wattle blooms out on the hill.