Ballads of the Bush: A Bush Christening-Jon English/Gavin Lockley

[ti:Ballads Of The Bush - 3. A Bush Christening] [ar:Gavin Lockley/Sharolyn Kimmorley/Sonja Schebeck/Paul Laszlo] [al:Lockley: Symphony Of Australia, Ballads Of The Bush] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Ballads of the Bush: A Bush Christening - Jon English/Gavin Lockley [00:07.04]Written by：Gavin Lockley/Banjo Patterson [00:14.09]On the outer Barcoo where the churches are few [00:17.27]And men of religion are scanty [00:20.09]On a road never cross'd 'cept by folk that are lost [00:23.25]OneMichael Magee had a shanty [00:26.59] [00:28.94]Now this Mike was the dad of a ten-year-old lad [00:32.04]Plump healthy and stoutly conditioned [00:34.79]He was strong as the best but poor Mike had no rest [00:37.91]For the youngster had never been christened [00:40.55] [00:42.82]And his wife used to cry if the darlin' should die [00:45.74]Saint Peter would not recognise him [00:48.44]But by luck he survived till a preacher arrived [00:51.55]Who agreed straightaway to baptise him [00:54.67] [00:59.93]Now the artful young rogue while they held their collogue [01:03.22]With his ear to the keyhole was listenin' [01:05.69]And he muttered in fright while his features turned white [01:08.53]What the divil and all is this christenin' [01:11.13]He was none of your dolts he had seen them brand colts [01:13.87]And it seemed to his small understanding [01:16.49]If the man in the frock made him one of the flock [01:19.33]It must mean something very like branding [01:22.30]So away with a rush he set off for the bush [01:25.28]While the tears in his eyelids they glistened [01:28.08]'Tis outrageous says he to brand youngsters like me [01:31.01]I'll be dashed if I'll stop to be christened [01:33.66]Like a young native dog he ran into a log [01:36.70]And his father with language uncivil [01:39.67]Never heeding the praste cried aloud in his haste [01:42.71]Come out and be christened you divil [01:44.66] [01:45.32]But he lay there as snug as a bug in a rug [01:48.91] [01:50.05]And his parents in vain might reprove him [01:53.06] [01:55.91]Till his reverence spoke he was fond of a joke [01:59.03]I've a notion says he that'll move him [02:01.85]Poke a stick up the log give the spalpeen a prog [02:04.73]Poke him aisy-don't hurt him or maim him [02:07.58]'Tis not long that he'll stand I've the water at hand [02:10.54]As he rushes out this end I'll name him [02:13.42]Here he comes and for shame ye've forgotten the name [02:16.49]Is it Patsy or Michael or Dinnis [02:19.16]Here the youngster ran out and the priest gave a shout [02:21.97]Take your chance anyhow wid 'Maginnis' [02:25.11]As the howling young cub ran away to the scrub [02:28.00]Where he knew that pursuit would be risky [02:30.94] [02:31.51]The priest as he fled flung a flask at his head [02:34.24]That was labelled Maginnis's Whisky [02:37.35] [02:38.26]And Maginnis Magee has been made a J.P [02:42.08]And the one thing he hates more than sin is [02:44.79]To be asked by the folk who have heard of the joke [02:47.63]How he came to be christened Maginnis