The Man From Ironbark

by "Banjo" Paterson

It was the man from Ironbark who struck the Sydney town,
He wandered over street and park, he wandered up and down
He loitered here, he loitered there, til he was like to drop,
Until at last in sheer despair he sought a barber's shop.
" 'Ere! Shave my beard and whiskers off, I'll be a man of mark,
I'll go and do the Sydney toff up home in Ironbark."

The barber man was small and flash as barbers mostly are,
He wore a strike-your-fancy sash, he smoked a huge cigar:
He was a humorist of note and keen at repartee,
He laid the odds and kept a 'tote', whatever that may be,
And when he saw our friend arrive, he whispered "here is a lark!
Just watch me catch him all alive, this man from Ironbark."

There were some gilded youth that sat along the barber's wall.
Their eyes were dull, their heads were flat, they had no brains at all;
To them the barber passed the wink, his dexter eyelid shut,
"I'll make this bloomin' yokel think his bloomin' throat is cut."
And as he soaped and rubbed it in he made a rude remark:
"I 'spose the flats is pretty green up there in Ironbark."

A grunt was all reply he got; he shaved the bushman's chin,
Then made the water boiling hot and dipped the razor in.
He raised his hand, his brow grew black, he paused a while to gloat,
Then slashed the red-hot razor-back across his victim's throat;
Upon the newly-shaven skin it made a livid mark-
No doubt it fairly took him in - the man from Ironbark.

He fetched a wild up-country yell might wake the dead to hear,
And though his throat, he knew full well, was cut from ear to ear,
He struggeled gamely to his feet, and faced the murderous foe:
"You've done for me! You dog, I'm beat! One hit before I go
I only wish I had a knife, you blessed murderous shark!
But you'll remember all your life the man from Ironbark."

He lifted up his hairy paw, with one tremendous clout
He landed on the barber's jaw and knocked the barber out.
He set to work with tooth and nail, he made the place a wreck;
He grabbed the neares gilded youth and tried to break his neck
And all the while his throat he held to save his vital spark,
And "Murder! Bloody murder!" yelled the man from Ironbark.

A peeler man who heard the din came in to see the show;
He tried to run the bushman in, but he refused to go.
And when at last the barber spoke, and said,"'Twas all in fun
'Twas just a little harmless joke, a trifle overdone."
"A jkoe!" He cried."By George, that's fine; a sort of lark;
I'd like to catch that murdering swine some night in Ironbark."

And now while round the shearing floor the listening shearers gape'
He tells the story o'er and o'er, and brags of his escape.
"Them barber chaps what keeps a tote, by George I've had enough,
One tried to cut my bloomin' throat, but thanks the lord it's tough."
And whether he's believed or not, there's one thing to remark,
That flowing beards are all the go way up in Ironbark.

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Das ist das Gedicht was wir letzten Turnus lernen mußten und ob ihrs glaubt oder nicht, ich kann es immer noch. Nächste Woche werden wir es aufsagen und es wird aufgenommen auf Video. Dann schicke ich es zu meinen Eltern damit sie es sich ansehen können.

Diesen Turnus lernen wir wieder ein Gedicht, viel schwerer, weil es keinen gleichmäßigen Rhytmus hat und keine gleichmäßigen Reime, aber ich werde auch dieses lernen und auf Video aufnehmen lassen.

Die Überschrift ist "The Listeners". Wenn ich es aufsagen kann, schreibe ich es wieder auf meine Seite.

Viel Spaß beim Lesen und Lernen ha....ha....