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[00:00.98]I CAN STILL HEAR DAD SWEARING [00:09.84]When I was a kid we worked without pay [00:13.39]I loved best the harvest and stookin’ the hay [00:17.07]Sisters and brothers in knockabout clothes [00:21.26]They were the good days and good times were those [00:25.56]I can still hear dad swearin’ when we let down the gap [00:29.06]And the horses spread out through the stooks on the flat [00:32.67]And poor old mum scoldin’ like a bush woman can [00:36.23]Pray the lord he’s not listenin’ to the talk from that man [00:42.66]I helped with the musterin’ for the shearings in June [00:46.22]And worked in the shed through the long afternoons [00:49.71]Pickin’ up fleeces and sweepin’ the board [00:54.14]And fetchin’ the lunches I did what I could [00:58.57]I can still hear dad swearin’ at the stubborn old ewes [01:01.82]And we dared not repeat any words that he used [01:05.25]And poor old mum scoldin’ like a bush woman can [01:08.62]Pray the lord he’s not listenin’ to the talk from that man [01:22.22]We all learned to ride on the old pony mare [01:25.59]But the big rangy vealers were more than a dare [01:29.21]We’d bring up the cows to the old cattle yard [01:32.89]The ground where we rode them was dusty and hard [01:37.32]I can still hear dad swearin’ when we rode our old bull [01:41.25]Straight into the chaff shed and out through the wall [01:44.81]And poor old mum scoldin’ like a bush woman can [01:48.24]Pray the lord he’s not listenin’ to the talk from that man [01:54.54]Dad bought me a shotgun when I was 14 [01:58.16]I soon got my chance to show I was keen [02:01.59]The dogs were all barkin’ so I went for a look [02:05.90]And a mangy old fox was there stealin’ the chooks [02:08.52]I can still hear dad swearin’ when I splattered with shot [02:13.76]The rear of the outhouse whilst shootin’ that fox [02:17.26]And poor old mum scoldin’ like a bush woman can [02:20.69]Pray the lord he’s not listenin’ to the talk from that man [02:35.48]Twas many long hours we spent with the dogs [02:39.16]Flushin’ out rabbits from the old hollow logs [02:41.59]In the foothills and scrub where the gullies abound [02:46.90]We knew all the places where game could be found [02:51.02]I can still hear dad swearin’ as we burnt that old log [02:54.76]The day the big snake bit his best kelpie dog [02:58.00]And poor old mum scoldin’ like a bush woman can [03:01.50]Pray the lord he’s not listenin’ to the talk from that man [03:07.74]But those days have vanished like childhood they’ve flown [03:11.17]An abandoned old house in the bush stands alone [03:14.67]Where a ghostly old figure in a big floppy hat [03:19.03]Still brings us our lunch through the stooks on the flat [03:23.09]I can still dad swearin’ as we buried old mum [03:26.40]As we stood by her grave in the warm autumn sun [03:30.33]And still hear her scoldin’ like a bush woman can [03:33.39]Pray the lord he’s not listenin’ to the talk from that man [03:37.19]From the album “G’Day G’Day” October 1988 [03:40.19]Barcoo Bill