1. |
Jim Jones
04:28
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Listen to my stories ladies
And hear me tell my tale
It’s over the seas from England
I was compelled to sail
The jury says he’s guilty
And says the judge, says he
“For life Jim Jones I'm sending you
Across the stormy sea”
You'll have no chance for mischief there
Remember what I say
They'll flog the poaching out of you
Out there at Botany Bay
The waves grew high upon the sea
And the winds blew up in gales
I'd rather drown in misery
Than go to New South Wales
All day and all night, winds blew in gales
All day and all night, like galley slaves
Listen for a moment, won’t you listen for a moment
The waves grew high upon the sea
The pirates came along
But the soldiers on our convict ship
Well they were full five hundred strong
They opened fire and somehow drove
That pirate ship away
I'd rather join the pirate ship
Than gone to Botany Bay
Day and night the irons clang
And like poor galley slaves
We toil and toil, and when we die
Must fill dishonored graves
And by and by I'll break my chains
Into the bush I'll go
And I'll join the brave bushrangers there
Jack Donohue and co
One dark night, when everything
Is quiet in the town
I'll kill the tyrants one and all
I'll shoot the flogger down
I'll give the law a little shock
Remember what I say
They'll yet regret they sent Jim Jones
In chains to Botany Bay
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2. |
Pub With No Beer
03:13
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It is lonely away from your kindred and all
In the bushland at night when the warrigals call
It is sad by the sea where the wild breakers boom
Or to look on a grave and contemplate doom
Cowards become brave
Weak become strong
Women grow happy
Burst forth into song
Madam with her needles sits still by the door
The boss smokes in silence, he is joking no more
There's a faraway look on the face of the bum
While the barmaid looks down at the paint on her thumb
And the cook has gone cranky and the yardman is queer
Oh a terrible place is a pub with no
Brew of brown barley, what charm is to shine
‘Neath thy spell men grow happy and cease to repine
The cowards become brave and the weak become strong
The dour and the grumpy burst forth into song
Cowards become brave
Weak become strong
Women grow happy
Burst forth into song
It is lonely away from your kindred and all
In the bushland at night when the warrigals call
But there's nothing on earth half as lonesome and drear
As to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer
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3. |
Andys Gone With Cattle
03:14
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Our Andy's gone, gone with cattle now
Our hearts are out of order
They’re out of order
He's left us in dejection now, our thoughts with him are rovin’
It's dull on the selection now, since Andy went a-drovin’
Our Andy's gone, gone with cattle now
Our hearts are out of order
With drought he’s gone to battle now
Across the Queensland border
He's left us in dejection now, our hearts with him are rovin’
It's dull on the selection now, since Andy went a-drovin’
He went a-drovin’
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4. |
Ballad of 1891
04:20
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The price of wool was falling in 1891
The men who owned the acres said something must be done
"We will break the Shearers' Union, and show we're masters still
And they'll take the terms we give them, or we'll find the ones who will"
From Claremont to Barcaldine, the shearers' camps were full
Ten thousand blades were ready to strip the greasy wool
When through the west like thunder, rang out the Union's call
"The sheds'll be shorn Union or they won't be shorn at all"
Oh Billy Lane was with them, his words were like a flame
The flag of blue above them, they spoke Eureka's name
"Tomorrow" said the squatters, "you'll find it does not pay
We're sending up free labourers to get the clip away"
"Tomorrow" said the shearers, "you may not be so keen
We can mount three thousand horsemen, to show them what we mean"
"Then we'll pack the west with troopers from Bourke to Charters Towers
You can have your fill of speeches but the final strength is ours"
The final strength is ours
Be damned to your six-shooters, your troopers and police
The sheep are growing heavy, the burr is in the fleece
Then if Nordenfeldt and Gatling won't bring you to your knees
“We'll find a law," the squatters said, "that's made for times like these"
To trial at Rockhampton the fourteen men were brought
The judge had got his orders, the squatters on the court
But for every one that's sentenced, ten thousand won't forget
When they jail a man for striking, it's a rich man's country yet
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5. |
Country Town
04:19
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The gold is mined
The gold is safe now
The church is built
The bishop is ordained
Where do the roads
Where do the roads lead
It is not where
Where we expect them to be
Remember
Remember
The shepherds
Under the strange strange stars
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6. |
Ben Hall Sleeps
01:57
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7. |
Streets Of Forbes
03:38
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Come all of you Lachlan men and a sorrowful tale I'll tell
Concerning of a hero bold who by misfortune fell
His name it was Ben Hall a man of good renown
Who was taken from his station and like a dog shot down
Ten years he roamed the roads and he showed the traps some fun
A thousand pounds was on his head with Gilbert and John Dunn
Ben parted from his comrades the outlaws did agree
To give away bushranging
To give away bushranging
To give away bushranging and cross the briney sea
Twas early in the morning upon the fifth of May
When seven police surrounded him as fast asleep he lay
Bill Dargin he was chosen to shoot the outlaw dead
The troopers then fired madly and they shot him full of lead
They rolled him in a blanket and they strapped him to a prad
And they rolled him through the streets of Forbes to show the prize they had
And his name is was Ben Hall a man of good renown
Who was taken from his station and like a dog shot down
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8. |
Past Carin
05:13
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My eyes are dry, I’ve got no heart for breakin’
My eyes are dry, I cannot cry
And I’ve got no heart for breakin, for breakin’
Now up and down the siding brown
The great black crows are flyin'
And down below the spur I know
Another milker's dyin'
The crops have withered from the ground
And the earth’s clay bed is glarin'
But from my heart no tear nor sound
For I have gone past carin'
Through death and trouble, round about
Through hopeless desolation
Through flood and fever, fire and drought,
slavery and starvation
Through childbirth, sickness, hurt, and blight,
And nervousness an' scarin'
Through being left alone at night
I've gone to be past carin'
My first child took, in days like these
A cruel week in dyin'
All day upon her father's knees
Or on my poor breast lyin'
The tears we shed the prayers we said
They were awful, wild despairin'
Now I've pulled three through and buried two
Since then I’ve grown past carin'
Past worryin' and wearin'
Past trouble and desparin’
I've pulled three through and buried two
Since then, I’ve grown past carin'
'Twas ten years first, then came the worst
All for a dusty clearin'
I thought, I thought my heart would burst
When first my man went shearin'
He's drovin' on the great North-west
And I don't know how he's farin'
But I the one who loves him best
Have grown to be past carin'
My eyes are dry I cannot cry
And I got no heart for breakin'
But where it was in days gone by
Is empty dull and achin'
My last boy ran away from me
And I know my temper's wearin'
And now I only wish to be
Beyond all signs of carin'
Past worryin’ and wearin’
Past feelin' and despairin'
And now I only wish to be
Beyond all signs, all signs of carin'
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9. |
Road To Gundagai
02:40
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There’s a track winding back
To an old-fashioned shack
On the road to Gundagai
Where my mummy and daddy
Are waiting for me
The pals of my childhood
Once more I’ll see.
And no more will I roam
As I’m heading out for home
On the road to Gundagai
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10. |
The London Convict Maid
05:58
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ou lads and lasses all listen to me
While I relate my tale of misery
By hopeless love was I once betrayed
And now I am, alas, a Convict Maid
To please my lover did I try so sore
That I spent upon him all my master's store
Who in his wrath did loudly me upbraid
And brought before the judge this Convict Maid
The judge his sentence then to me addressed
Which filled with agony my aching breast
"To Botany Bay you must be conveyed
For seven long years to be a Convict Maid."
You lads and lasses all attend to me
For seven long years I toil in pain and grief
And I curse the day that I became a thief
Oh had I stuck by some honest trade
Then I ne'er would be alas a Convict Maid
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11. |
Mines Of Australia
05:06
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Ten years ago I left my old home
In the mines of Australia to toil
I bid my old father and mother adieu
Sayin ‘Dad I won’t be long away’
But ten years have passed and fortune favoured at last
And I’m leaving Australia, I’m leaving Australia today
I'm going back to my dear old pals
Far away over the sea
Ah where there’s a welcome
Where there’s a welcome for me
Many a year has passed away
Since I left old England's shore
Ah carry me back to dear old England once more
God speed the vessel that carries me back
Carry me back won’t you carry me back
I sailed to the west with a dear friend of mine
Each having a share of one claim
And taking bad luck as it came with the rest
And working on just the same
Til a cowardly blow it struck my poor pal low
Who struck him I could not tell
But the share of his gold it lies close to my heart
For his mother and dear sister, for his mother and dear sister Nell
I'm going back to my dear old pals
Far away over the sea
Ah where there’s a welcome
Where there’s a welcome for me
Many a year has passed away
Since I left old England's shore
Ah carry me back to dear old England once more
I’m going back to my dear old friends far away over the sea
Far away over
Over the sea
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12. |
Brings Us Andy
00:40
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Oh may the showers in torrents fall and all the tanks run over
And may the grass grow green and tall in pathways of the drover
And may good angels send us rain on desert stretches sandy
And when the summer comes again God grant it brings us Andy
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13. |
Jim Jones
04:33
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Bush Gothic Melbourne, Australia
BBC Music Magazine - 5 STARS, World Music Albums of the year 2016,
fRoots Album of the Year 2016: Runner
Up. Adelaide Fringe Festival Best Music Weekly Award 2017 & 2018. Defiantly modern, achingly old, Bush Gothic re-imagine songs of heartbreak and tragedy amongst convicts, desperate miners and criminal women.
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