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The bastard from the bush. A poem by Banjo Paterson

Updated on September 30, 2010

The Poem by Banjo Paterson

The bastard from the bush is a very dirty poem by the famous Australian poet Banjo Paterson, who is on our Australian $10 note.

I want to tell you a clean story first about one of the characters I knew when I grew up in the bush.

He was Irish, and when I met him he was in his forties, but the Irish can live forever, so he could still be alive.

I knew him as Paddy Cain, so no offense if your still around Paddy.

Paddy Cain was an Australian spud farmer. He grew spuds or potatoes on the top of a slope that was facing the sun, and although the fences had been down for years, and he never cleaned out the tussocks it was apparently pretty good spud dirt, or so paddy always said when at the pub. If paddy had any money he would head straight for the local pub, and get a good whiskey or six down.

Then he would go all Irish and dance and sing all night, before someone would drive him home to his ramshackle shed on his spud farm or drop him off at Pops place.

Pop was in his eighties and was an agreeable old chap until he got drunk, at which time he would throw punches at anyone in range, preceded by a little whistle, so everyone including Paddy new when to duck, and otherwise everyone liked Pop. Heart of gold, except for the odd right hook, or uppercut he threw at you when drunk, he normally got up early and could cut firewood all day.

Spuds are a hard market.

Paddy would just lie around for a fare bit of the year until he had to plant his spuds. You could tell how Paddy was off for money, he would only plant half the spud paddock if he was broke, even when spud prices were going to be good, so he often missed the market when prices were high.

One year I will always remember, he planted the whole paddock and even killed off a few tussocks and blackberry bushes to give them a bit of space to grow. It was a bad year for spuds in most of our state that year and the weather had been no good for spuds at all, except where Paddy was.

He had the only spud farm in the area, which got good rain and his paddock was loaded with top quality spuds.

I remember seeing the crop as I came out of the gully and his paddock came in to view with it's rich green cover.

He got a bumper crop of spuds that year and... the price of spuds went through the roof at the same time!

Although the full crop was a sight for saw eyes, more amazing was the bender that Paddy went on with the crop money.

He got a taxi to the city some 90 klms away, and disappeared for months.

When he came back he looked ten years older, he was ill and never had a cent left of the spud money which would have been enough to buy another farm, and several pieces of farming equipment that he did not own. He had no tractor, he used one old horse to plow a single row at a time.

I drove past where Paddy used to have his spud farm, the whole area has been developed and no sign remains of a great bush character who was both comic and tragic.

A.B.Paterson 1864 - 1941)

A.B (Andrew Barton) Paterson was a famous poet writer bushman.

He was born in Australia and knew how to spin a yarn better than most.

Here is just one of his many funny poems.It is racist and offensive.

If bad language and deeds offends, do not read this!

The bastard from the bush.

by Banjo Patterson.

As night was falling slowly over city town and bush From down in Jones' alley sloped the Leader of the Push; Then his whistle loud and piercing woke the echoes of the "rocks" And a dozen ghouls came slouching round the corners of the blocks. Then the Leader jerked a finger at a stranger on the curb Whom he qualified politely with an adjective and a verb, Then he made the introduction --"Here's a bloke in from the bush; Fuck me blind he wants to join us and be a member of the push \ "Why fuck ya dead ,I'm 'Foreskin Ned' The Bastard from the Bush'. Iv'e been in every two up school from Wagga to Waterloo Iv'e swung lax Iv'e fucked Blacks, what more could a Bastard do ? "Are you game to smash a window ?" asked the leader of the push, I'll knock the fuckin house down said the Bastard from the bush "Would you knock a man down and rob him ?" said the leader of the push, "I'd knock him down and fuck him ,"said the Bastard from the bush. "In deed"...... "In fuckin shit". "Would you bash a fuckin copper if you caught the cunt alone Would you stoush a swell or chinese cunt ,slit his throat with a stone, Would ya have a whore to keep ya ,would ya swear off work for good?" Said The Bastard "My Kerlonial Silver Mouthed Fukin Oath I would!." "Would you care to have a cigarette?" said the leader of the push, "I'll take the fuckin packet <" said the Bastard from the bush,! "Would you take a babies candy?" said the leader of the push, "I'd take a babies maiden " said The Bastard from the bush. So the Push-ite's all took council,saying "Fuck me but he's brave, We'll make him our star basher,he'll live up to his name." So they took him to their hide -out,that Bastard from the bush And granted him all privilages appertaining to the push But soon they found his little ways were more than they could stand, So finally their Leader addressed his little band "Now listen her you buggers we've caught a fuckin tarter, At every kind of blugin this bastard is a starter. At poker and at two up he shook our bloody rolls, He swiped our fuckin' liquor and he's fucked our fuckin molls." So down in Jones' alley all the members of the Push. Laid a dark and dirty ambush for that Bastard from the bush But against the wall of Riley's pub ,the bastard made a stand, An ugly grin upon his face a bike chain in his hand They fell uipon him in a bunch and one by one they fell, With crunch of bones ,unearthly groans,and one by one they fell, Till their torn and tattered leader spitting teeth and gouts of blood, Held and ear all torn and bleeding in a hand ingrained with mud, "You low polluted bastard," snarled the leader of the Push, "Get back to where your type belong,that's somewhere in the bush, And may heaps of misfortune soon tumble down on you May some lousy harlot dose you ,till your balls turn sky blue May the pains of windy spasms through your bowels dart, May you shit your fucking trouses every time you try to fart. May you take a swig of gins piss, mistaking it for beer, May the next Push you impose yourself on, toss you out on your fucking ear! May itching piles torment you ,may puss grow out your feet, May crabs as big as spiders attack your balls a treat And when your down and out and a hopeless bloody wreck May you slip back through your arshole and break your fucking neck.


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      Sheila 8 years ago from The Other Bangor

      Thank you for this great story about Paddy Cain. Reminds me of my great Uncle George, who, when they took his driver's license off him, drove his tractor to the pub -- and when they told him not to do that, rode his bicycle -- and knocked a local policeman off his feet in the process.

      And when he died (in the pub, of course), they found in his wallet the engagement ring he had given his fiancée decades before, which she had returned when she broke off the engagement. . . .

      Why do we love these old characters so much, and yet we know they were really killing themselves with all the booze? It's sad.

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      earnestshub 8 years ago from Melbourne Australia

      It is sad. Something about their life force seems in a hurry.

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      blondepoet 8 years ago from australia

      Wow, what a great story, you told it so well. Really well done thanks for sharing it with us.

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      earnestshub 8 years ago from Melbourne Australia

      Thank you very much blondepoet. I am enjoying your hubs very much too.

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      Will Apse 8 years ago

      I have to say that as, someone who is English to the last atom of each and every fingernail ,that it is the Irish and the Scots and the Welsh who maintained my faith in humanity through many dark years in the Great Wen that is sometimes called London. Who I enjoyed this tale. Thx.

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      earnestshub 8 years ago from Melbourne Australia

      Thank you for the great comment Will.

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      HeSaid SheSaid 7 years ago from our favorite love seat

      Fantastic story Earnest.  Quite some characters going on in here.  Is this poet really on the 10 in Australia?  That's fascinating! ~Naddy

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      fortunerep 7 years ago from North Carolina

      Great Story and that poem hilarious! And we think we lead boring lives!

      dori

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      earnestshub 7 years ago from Melbourne Australia

      Yep he is on our ten dollar note. Banjo Patterson has been considered alongside many of the worlds great writers.

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      Jewels 7 years ago from Australia

      Amazing poetic license was alive and well in Patterson's day. Shows what political correctness can do in modern times. I've an uncle who speaks just like the character in Banjo's poem. Strewth!

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      earnestshub 7 years ago from Melbourne Australia

      wow jewels! Your uncle must be quite a character.

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      Robert E Smith 7 years ago from Rochester, New York

      Gritty and sadly real. Human to the nth degree. Thanks for sharing. The cussin' didn't hurt me none.

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      manlypoetryman 7 years ago from (Texas !) Boldly Writing Poems Where No Man Has Gone Before...

      Well...I guess the Bastard of the Bush Poem would have a hard time making it onto Hallmark greeting cards for sure...That was educational unto itself! OK, Banjo...you rule! Cute Fluffy Poems be damned! Also...was interesting that he wrote the Poem: "Man from Snowy River". That is a great story. It has always been a favorite movie tale of mine. Honestly...I would wish that I could barely try to capture the same spirit of the open range...and of a creature of the wild...and a rider in touch with his surroundings...that does not hesitate down hideously dangerous slopes...that other horses pause for... like Banjo wrote of! Banjo was an inspiration to me...and I didn't know it! Thanks earnest...for bringing Banjo to Hub Pages. I hope you'll share more on this Manly Poem guy named Banjo Paterson...in the future. Liked the tale of Irish Paddy Cain and "Pop"...with his whistling before he threw a punch.  Just what I would expect from a legendary Australian place known as the bush...Classic Stuff!

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      earnestshub 7 years ago from Melbourne Australia

      Thank you so much manlypoetryman! I don't see too many comments that demonstrate such a great love our this marvelous poet. Thank you for reading y Paddy Cain story too.

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      Quilligrapher 7 years ago from New York

      Loved da hub!  Thanx Earnest

      Q..

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      Slem 7 years ago

      The Bastard from the Bush was written by Henry Lawson, not Banjo Patterson. Lawson wrote the original as a clean poem called the Captain of the Push, then bastardised - excuse the pun - the poem to the bawdy underground version posted above.

      Great poem regardless.

      Cheers

      S.LeM

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      earnestshub 7 years ago from Melbourne Australia

      S.Lem, thank you for this information. I will take a further look at the research on Henry Lawson. I would not be amazed if what you say is true. There was a lot of historical mistakes made at this time.

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      lxxy 7 years ago from Beneath, Between, Beyond

      Anyone who has the first name "Banjo" is alright with me!

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      earnestshub 7 years ago from Melbourne Australia

      It is a terrific name isn't it?

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      Finbarr Bergeuse 7 years ago from South East England

      I say Earnest old chap, I mean to say what? As a Pommey bastard meself I have to tell you I've met a few 'Banjos' not in the bush but here, in Earls Court, London! Particulary at the present time, doncha know? If you believe the preceding accent(if an 'accent' can be written)you will believe that Wallabies come out of 'Roos. I feel confident in confiding with you though mate, because I was born, brought up and worked in London Docks (as was) and had a lot to do with those oz boats bringing over your apples! Tasmanian Star amongst a host of other 'Stars'. The characters to be encountered there were.. well kind of 'cockney' Banjos. I reckon that the reason I empathise with old 'Bush Bastard' is because he evokes that great and masculine world which I too once inhabited! (Has this really become a world of whimps and wusses?) Did you know (pretty sure you did)that A B Paterson also wrote "The Travelling Post Office". Also recommend amongst other Aussie works is "Said Hanrahan" by John O'Brien (P J Hartigan). Yep, earnesthub, there has been a heck of a lot of good stuff out from you Antipodeans! Go good.

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      earnestshub 7 years ago from Melbourne Australia

      I have quite a few pommey mates here, so I get to keep up with what is happening in the "old" country, and the dreat sense of humor that we inherited.You have mentioned some of the best.

      I think the old days of Australian Bushmen is dying out. I remember the tough blokes of the bush well from my childhood.

      I remember taking all the skin of the back of my hand on a winch rope. The old man saying "You've just lost a bit of bark, she'll be right! If I had been in the city they would have raced me off to a hospital. We just pored methylated spirits on it, (all we had) and kept on working.

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      Finbarr Bergeuse 7 years ago from South East England

      Know where to come when next in Oz. Ray Mears eat yer heart out. I'll bring me own meths.

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      earnestshub 7 years ago from Melbourne Australia

      Finbarr Yep get yer pommey arse over here mate! Would love to see you here. Ray Mears would have been calling for his mummy if he was a loggers son in Australia in the fifties!

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      ralwus 7 years ago

      Sounds like some characters I worked with in the oil patch. god I miss them. Great hub earnest, I really enjoyed it.

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      earnestshub 7 years ago from Melbourne Australia

      Thanks ralwus.

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      Ollie 7 years ago

      Hi all, I just wanted to correct a few things, "The bastard from the bush was written by Henry Lawson not Banjo Patterson, Lawson did it as a send up of his "Captain of the Push" poem.

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      earnestshub 7 years ago from Melbourne Australia

      Thanks Ollie, I have seen this , and it has also been mentioned previously in the comments.

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      prziloczek 7 years ago from Wisbech, Cambs, UK

      And to think of it! In 1972, I was teaching Banjo Patterson and his poems out of "Wide Brown Land" to 11 year olds at Hale School, Perth!

      I wish I had had this poem - they would never have forgotten it!

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      earnestshub 7 years ago from Melbourne Australia

      Just think where you would be if you taught all of Banjo, or even Lawson in 1972! Probably be jailed! Great comment.

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      rmcrayne 7 years ago from San Antonio Texas

      I'm not offended by bad language :) Long live Paddy!

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      earnestshub 7 years ago from Melbourne Australia

      Hello mccrane, so very nice of you to leave this comment.

      glad you enjoyed it!

      The language is wonderfully descriptive of the Sydney push and that is how they would have spoken. Hubpages has never questioned it either.

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      Tyson Walker 7 years ago from Las Vegas Nevada

      Great story shrub. Bad language is only "bad" when it is used due to a lack of vocabulary, then it reflects idiocy. Well placed language , taboo or not, is an excellent tool. The story reflects Paterson's talents, so thanks for exposing me to another quality author.

      Especially thanks for the Paddy story. I hope he is still kicking around somewhere. Got a few of those in my family. It was the men like Paddy that inadvertently taught me how to tell stories.

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      earnestshub 7 years ago from Melbourne Australia

      Thanks a lot twalker! I agree! Patterson was a wordsmith of great standing. I love his work.

      It was nice to see you had a "Paddy" or two in your life!

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      YorrickHunt 7 years ago

      Definetly not Banjo (Paterson with only one T) but Henry Lawson who (may have) written this one.

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      YorrickHunt 7 years ago

      Incidently . . . Henry Lawson was on our old paper $10 note before they put Paterson on the newer polymer one

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      earnestshub 7 years ago from Melbourne Australia

      A poem called The Bastard from the Bush[2], often attributed to Henry Lawson, describes in vivid and colourful language a meeting between a "Captain" of the Push and the "Bastard from the Bush".

      I thought the Poem was by Paterson, (thanks for the spell check!) Is it still disputed?

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      Phillip.Holmes 7 years ago

      The Bastard from the Bush definetely not Paterson. Not sure if Lawsons, doubtful,trying to prove author. Probably changed version of The Captain of the Push

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      earnestshub 7 years ago from Melbourne Australia

      Thanks Phillip, do you have any information on the author?

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      qwark 7 years ago

      Earnest:

      I loved it! I'm sitting here with an ear to ear smile!

      It sparkles with life!

      It is real and portrays,in colorful and expressive expletives, a facet of life few, living in their protective shells, know or dare to even read about!

      I'm not familiar with Australian vernacular, but it wasn't hard to "figger" out what was 'goin on.

      Thanks for beginning my day with an appreciative laugh!

      I need a fresh re-fill. My coffee got cold while I was concentrating on and enjoying this wonderful piece of poetry in prose.

      You have a new Fan! :-)

      Qwark

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      earnestshub 7 years ago from Melbourne Australia

      Thank you Qwark, I have been following you in the forums. Very savvy! Off to the forum again!

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      Denizee 7 years ago

      Priceless, great rich imagery and it made me laugh out loud.

      Thank you for sharing this; I hope to read more from you.

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      earnestshub 7 years ago from Melbourne Australia

      I hope I can dig up some more Banjoe soon!

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      Ian J. 7 years ago

      The Bastard from the bush was attributed to Henry Lawson, not Banjo Paterson. And Henry Lawson was on the old $10 note.

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      earnestshub 7 years ago from Melbourne Australia

      As I understood it, Lawson wrote "The leader of the push" which Paterson re-wrote as "The bastard from the bush"

      Both were on the &10 note, Paterson on the newer one.

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      earnestshub 6 years ago from Melbourne Australia

      Ian if you read Lawson you will see he was almost puritanical in outlook, and it is more likely the other way round.

      http://theroyalgeorge.blogspot.com/2006/09/bastard...

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      John McSmith 6 years ago

      I am a lover of australian poetry and a member of the Henry Lawson Memorial and Literature Society inc. I can't ever remember reading that poem, let alone attributed to him. Do you have proof that Henry Lawson wrote it?

      Thank You John.

      My email is jmc38@aapt.net.au

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      earnestshub 6 years ago from Melbourne Australia

      Thanks for the authoritative comment John, I believe Banjo wrote it. it would be well out of character for Lawson.

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      attemptedhumour 6 years ago from Australia

      Hi Ernie loved the story at the beginning, typical the way booze works, the Devil pulling the strings, oops, maybe the bartender then. Banjo's poem although racy is brilliant i'm so glad you have spread his work a little wider afield. Cheers mate

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      earnestshub 6 years ago from Melbourne Australia

      Thanks Keith, I can't recall ever seeing Paddy sober!

      Banjo Paterson was one very humorous dude! As you know, he wrote a lot of other great poems, but this one is a ripper in my opinion.

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      Doug Turner Jr. 6 years ago

      Paddy is yet another one of those great characters we encounter in life. I don't want to be someone like Paddy, but it sure is entertaining having him out there. They don't write stories or concoct legends about safe, normal people.

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      earnestshub 6 years ago from Melbourne Australia

      Nice comment Doug. I agree it is the "characters" who are interesting to read about.

      The wild west in America had heaps of them to write about. It made an enormous impact on the movies when basically they were writing about a bunch of crooks for the most part.

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      rx4u 6 years ago

      I enjoyed your story of Paddy Cain much more than Mr. Paterson's poem--(I guess it was a bit rough for me!) That being said, you have peaked my interest and I'm off to read more of your writing! Cheers!

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      earnestshub 6 years ago from Melbourne Australia

      Thank you rx4u, I imagine Mr. Paterson is not for everyone thus the warning in the hub and no advertising either. I am pleased you enjoyed my little story about Paddy Cain.

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      Peter Gold Coast 6 years ago

      I am nearly 80 and was brought up in country Tasmania and far north N.S.W. I first heard The Bastard from the bush when I was about 17 and back then it was attributed to Henry Lawson.

      Of course I have no proof. Back in those days you could get a gaol sentence for even carrying something like that in your wallet. In the forties and fifties you could be fined for saying "bloody" in the street, particularly if women were about.

      I also had many a riotous beer in the Royal George in the mid fifties, but wasn't aware at that time of the significance of the pub to the Bastard from The Bush

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      earnestshub 6 years ago from Melbourne Australia

      Thanks Peter, it is still being debated as to who wrote it, and some of the comments here have various theories. I was not aware of the attitude towards language at that time.

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      Ethelred 6 years ago

      A great poem, but a pity that the words in this posting has lost its stanza format. A visual rhyme would make it easier to memorise the verses for an entertaining recital.

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      earnestshub 6 years ago from Melbourne Australia

      I agree. I will try to do so when time permits, thank you.

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      slem 5 years ago

      I' d have to argue with John Mc Smith (funny you should call him an"authoritave voice" just coz he agrees with you! lol). There's no way paterson would have written anything this bawdy - it reeks of lawson. I worked at the hyde park barracks museum for years - which is where i first stumbled across this poem in 1993. The document was dated mid 20th century and attributed both Captain of the Push and (as I mentioned before) the underground (hence not published, John) version some (Bastard) years later.

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      earnestshub 5 years ago from Melbourne Australia

      Thanks for your opinion slem, I believe there are many others who would agree with you.

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      tedc 5 years ago

      There's a bit of an error. I'll just set it right. This part is incorrect--- .

      "Would you bash a fuckin copper if you caught the cunt alone Would you stoush a swell or chinese cunt ,slit his throat with a stone, Would ya have a whore to keep ya ,would ya swear off work for good?"

      The correct version is:

      "Would you dong a bloody copper if you caught the cunt alone'

      Would you stoush a swell or Chinkee, split his garret with a stone?

      Would you have a moll to keep you, would you swear of work for good?

      Said the bastard: ' My fucking silverplated oath I would."

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      tedc 5 years ago

      here is the full correct version. Source "Snatches and Lays" 1962

      The Bastard from the Bush

      {Attrib. to Henry Lawson)

      As the night was falling slowly over city, town and bush, From a slum in Jones's Alley came the Captain of the Push, And his whistle loud and piercing woke the echoes of the Rocks, And a dozen ghouls came slouching round the corners of the blocks.

      Then the Captain jerked a finger at a stranger on the kerb Whom he qualified politely with an adjective and verb. Then he made the introduction: 'Here's a covey from the bush— 'Fuck me blind, he wants to join us—be a member of the Push.'

      Then the stranger made this answer to the Captain of the Push, 'Why, fuck you dead, I'm Foreskin Fred, the bastard from the bush. 'I've been in every two-up school from Darwin to the 'Loo, 'I've ridden colts and black gins—what more can a bastard do.'

      'Are you game to smash a window ?' asked the Captain of the Push. 'I'd knock a fucking house down,' said the bastard from the bush. 'Would you take a maiden's baby ?' said the Captain of the Push. 'I'd take a baby's maiden,' said the bastard from the bush.

      'Would you dong a bloody copper if you caught the cunt alone, 'Would you stoush a swell or Chinkee, split his garret with a stone? 'Would you have a moll to keep you, would you swear off work for good Said the bastard: 'My fucking silverplated oath I would.'

      'Would you care to have a gasper?' said the Captain of the Push. 'I'll take the bloody packet,' said the bastard from the bush. Then the pushites all took counsel, saying, 'Fuck me, but he's game. 'Let's make him our star basher, he'll live up to his name.'

      So they took him to their hideout, that bastard from the bush, And they granted him all privileges appertaining to the push. But soon they found his little ways were more than they could stand, And finally the Captain thus addressed his little band.

      'Now listen here, you buggers, we've caught a fucking tartar, 'At every kind of bludging, that bastard is a starter, 'At poker and at two-up, he's shook our fucking rolls, 'He swipes our fucking liquor, and he robs our fucking molls.'

      So down in Jones's Alley all the members of the push Laid a dark and dirty ambush for the bastard from the bush. But against the wall of Riley's pub, the bastard made a stand, A nasty grin upon his dial, a bike-chain in each hand.

      They sprang upon him in a bunch, but one by one they fell, With crack of bone, unearthly groan, and agonising yell, Till the sorely-battered Captain, spitting teeth and gouts of blood, Held an ear all torn and bleeding in a hand bedaubed with mud.

      'You low polluted bastard,' snarled the Captain of the Push, 'Get back to where your sort belong, that's somewhere in the bush: 'And I hope heaps of misfortune may soon tumble down on you, 'May some lousy harlot dose you till your ballocks turn sky-blue.

      'May the pangs of windy spasms through your bowels dart, 'May you shit your bloody trousers every time you try to fart, 'May you take a swig of gin's piss, mistaking it for beer, 'May the next push you impose on toss you out upon your ear.

      'May the itching piles torment you, may corns grow on your feet, 'May crabs as big as spiders attack your balls a treat, 'Then when you're down and outed, to a hopeless bloody wreck, 'May you slip back through your arsehole, and break your fucking neck.'

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      earnestshub 5 years ago from Melbourne Australia

      Thank you for the correction TedC.

      It looks as if I may have to pull this hub down, it is in violation of Tos I think.

      A shame, I think it is a powerful and raw piece of history myself.

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      tedc 5 years ago

      That would be a pity earnest, considering Henry Lawson never published it as such. I believe he had sheets of it printed by his mates at the Bulletin and sold them for threepence a copy around Railway Square.

      Another he sold was 'The Gambler's Lament' I will post it up here, (or what I can remember of it)

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      earnestshub 5 years ago from Melbourne Australia

      Thanks tedc, I am familiar with it. Opinion seems to be that Lawson wrote The bastard from the bush, yet on many sites it is attributed to Paterson.

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      tedc 5 years ago

      I've found 'The Bastard from the Bush' Published in Snatches and Lays

      http://www.horntip.com/html/books_&_MSS/1960s/...

      atrib to Henry Lawson

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      nackers 4 years ago

      Hi all,, thanx for the poem.. There's another poem about Foreskin Ned, I know the start and little bits and pieces but would love to find the whole thing,,,

      Here's bit of what I can remember

      It twas on the south queensland border

      On the banks of the Gunnaroo

      There stood a little Whore House

      And a Bloody Good One Too,,

      ??????????????????

      ??????????

      There twas movement at the Whore House

      For the Word had got around

      The Slut from ???????

      with the half cut gut

      ?????????

      Anyone ever heard this one I would really love

      to hear it all again

      Thanx heaps

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