Slim Dusty

Slim Dusty - The Man From Ironbark lyrics

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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, till 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's a lark! 
Just watch me catch him all alive, this man from 
Ironbark." 

There were some gilded youths 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 a 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 s'pose 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 was black, he paused 
awhile 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. 

to hear, 
And though his throat, he knew full well, was cut from 
ear to ear, 
He struggled gamely to his feet, and faced the 
murd'rous 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 murdering 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 nearest 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 joke!" he said, "By hell, that's fine; a lively sort 
of lark; 
I'd like to catch that murdering swine some night in 
Ironbark." 

And now while round the shearing floor the list'ning 
shearers gape, 
He tells the story o'er and o'er, and brags of his 
escape. 
"Them barber chaps what keeps a tote, by hell, I've had 
enough, 
One tried to cut my bloomin' throat, but thank the Lord 
it's tough." 
And whether he's believed or no, there's one thing to 
remark, 
That flowing beards are all the go way up in Ironbark.

That flowing beards are all the go way up in Ironbark.

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