Brilliant... better than anyone could have hoped ! Thank you Thank you... When ever a deep dive takes your fancy 'Mulga Bill's Bicycle' and 'The man from Ironbark' because these were written so long ago... i think your cadence and manner represents the spirit in which it was written 🙃
@@Trickynickymarts No. Thank you. The trick with Banjo is that 120+ years ago the Australian 'slang' had started but the 'accent' was still very much Empire British (especially in the cities) so the way Banjo wrote/spoke is much more closely related to your own voice... and i haven't heard ANY youtube narration expressing that. And just so i don't get flamed... i love and have listened to Every PG short and hope for more... with a few Banjo poems inserted for relaxing fun... and maybe Oscar Wilde's 'Canterville Ghost'... (hint hint hint)
THE GEEBUNG POLO CLUB by A.B. "Banjo" Paterson It was somewhere up the country in a land of rock and scrub, That they formed an institution called the Geebung Polo Club. They were long and wiry natives of the rugged mountainside, And the horse was never saddled that the Geebungs couldn't ride; But their style of playing polo was irregular and rash - They had mighty little science, but a mighty lot of dash: And they played on mountain ponies that were muscular and strong, Though their coats were quite unpolished, and their manes and tails were long. And they used to train those ponies wheeling cattle in the scrub: They were demons, were the members of the Geebung Polo Club. It was somewhere down the country, in a city's smoke and steam, That a polo club existed, called the Cuff and Collar Team. As a social institution 'twas a marvellous success, For the members were distinguished by exclusiveness and dress. They had natty little ponies that were nice, and smooth, and sleek, For their cultivated owners only rode 'em once a week. So they started up the country in pursuit of sport and fame, For they meant to show the Geebungs how they ought to play the game; And they took their valets with them - just to give their boots a rub Ere they started operations on the Geebung Polo Club. Now my readers can imagine how the contest ebbed and flowed, When the Geebung boys got going it was time to clear the road; And the game was so terrific that ere half the time was gone A spectator's leg was broken - just from merely looking on. For they waddied one another till the plain was strewn with dead, While the score was kept so even that they neither got ahead. And the Cuff and Collar captain, when he tumbled off to die, Was the last surviving player - so the game was called a tie. Then the captain of the Geebungs raised him slowly from the ground, Though his wounds were mostly mortal, yet he fiercely gazed around; There was no one to oppose him - all the rest were in a trance, So he scrambled on his pony for his last expiring chance, For he meant to make an effort to get victory to his side; So he struck at goal - and missed it - then he tumbled off and died. By the old Campaspe River, where the breezes shake the grass, There's a row of little gravestones that the stockmen never pass, For they bear a crude inscription saying, "Stranger, drop a tear, For the Cuff and Collar players and the Geebung boys lie here." And on misty moonlit evenings, while the dingoes howl around, You can see their shadows flitting down that phantom polo ground; You can hear the loud collisions as the flying players meet, And the rattle of the mallets, and the rush of ponies' feet, Till the terrified spectator rides like blazes to the pub - He's been haunted by the spectres of the Geebung Polo Club. The Antipodean, 1893
Thank you Nick. I have always loved this poem. You read it so well.
Very enjoyable as always. Many thanks
Most excellent! Thanks!
More PGW to come but for now thanks to Andrew for suggesting this.
PGW or whatever you choose (the longer the better) we ❤ it & sooo grateful to you for sharing your gift!
You're the best. :)
@@tedar3986 Thank you for that.
@@christabedwin cheers for that!
Marvelous!
👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻Thank you!
Whatever you read is a treat to listen-- keep going old sport! I wish you well.
Really good reader. Jolly good yarn. Subscribed with pleasure and look forward to more
Brilliant... better than anyone could have hoped !
Thank you Thank you...
When ever a deep dive takes your fancy 'Mulga Bill's Bicycle' and 'The man from Ironbark'
because these were written so long ago... i think your cadence and manner represents the spirit in which it was written 🙃
Thank you for leading me there! I now have the complete works, so no doubt those two will emerge sometime.
@@Trickynickymarts No. Thank you. The trick with Banjo is that 120+ years ago the Australian 'slang' had started but the 'accent' was still very much Empire British (especially in the cities) so the way Banjo wrote/spoke is much more closely related to your own voice... and i haven't heard ANY youtube narration expressing that.
And just so i don't get flamed... i love and have listened to Every PG short and hope for more... with a few Banjo poems inserted for relaxing fun... and maybe Oscar Wilde's 'Canterville Ghost'... (hint hint hint)
im partial to "the loaded dog", more a ballad than a poem but very funny.
Fantastic thanks for reading !
THE GEEBUNG POLO CLUB by A.B. "Banjo" Paterson
It was somewhere up the country in a land of rock and scrub,
That they formed an institution called the Geebung Polo Club.
They were long and wiry natives of the rugged mountainside,
And the horse was never saddled that the Geebungs couldn't ride;
But their style of playing polo was irregular and rash -
They had mighty little science, but a mighty lot of dash:
And they played on mountain ponies that were muscular and strong,
Though their coats were quite unpolished, and their manes and tails were long.
And they used to train those ponies wheeling cattle in the scrub:
They were demons, were the members of the Geebung Polo Club.
It was somewhere down the country, in a city's smoke and steam,
That a polo club existed, called the Cuff and Collar Team.
As a social institution 'twas a marvellous success,
For the members were distinguished by exclusiveness and dress.
They had natty little ponies that were nice, and smooth, and sleek,
For their cultivated owners only rode 'em once a week.
So they started up the country in pursuit of sport and fame,
For they meant to show the Geebungs how they ought to play the game;
And they took their valets with them - just to give their boots a rub
Ere they started operations on the Geebung Polo Club.
Now my readers can imagine how the contest ebbed and flowed,
When the Geebung boys got going it was time to clear the road;
And the game was so terrific that ere half the time was gone
A spectator's leg was broken - just from merely looking on.
For they waddied one another till the plain was strewn with dead,
While the score was kept so even that they neither got ahead.
And the Cuff and Collar captain, when he tumbled off to die,
Was the last surviving player - so the game was called a tie.
Then the captain of the Geebungs raised him slowly from the ground,
Though his wounds were mostly mortal, yet he fiercely gazed around;
There was no one to oppose him - all the rest were in a trance,
So he scrambled on his pony for his last expiring chance,
For he meant to make an effort to get victory to his side;
So he struck at goal - and missed it - then he tumbled off and died.
By the old Campaspe River, where the breezes shake the grass,
There's a row of little gravestones that the stockmen never pass,
For they bear a crude inscription saying, "Stranger, drop a tear,
For the Cuff and Collar players and the Geebung boys lie here."
And on misty moonlit evenings, while the dingoes howl around,
You can see their shadows flitting down that phantom polo ground;
You can hear the loud collisions as the flying players meet,
And the rattle of the mallets, and the rush of ponies' feet,
Till the terrified spectator rides like blazes to the pub -
He's been haunted by the spectres of the Geebung Polo Club.
The Antipodean, 1893
Thank you. The dreadful subtitles!
Evening
Remember this from primary school in the 60s. 😂
well done poetry now eh !
what Ho... i think Nick has that comedic poet within his soul... tis rather rummy if he didn't