A Word from the Bards
IT IS New Year’s Day and I rise to state that here on the Sydney side
The Bards have commenced to fill out of late and they’re showing their binjies with pride
They’re patting their binjies with pride, old man, and I want you to understand,
That a binjied bard is a bard indeed when he sings in the Southern Land,
Old chaps,
When he sings in the Southern Land.
For the Southern Land is the Poet’s Home, and over the world’s wide roam,
There was never till now a binjied bard that lived in a poet’s home, old man;
For the poet’s home was a hell on earth, and I want you to understand,
That it isn’t exactly a paradise down here in the Southern Land,
Old chap,
Down here in the Southern Land.
The Beer and the Bailiff were gone last night and the “temple” doorstep clean,
And our heads are clear and our hearts are light with wine from the Riverine—
With wine from the Riverine, old man, and I want you to understand
That Bard, Beer and Bailiff too long were kin down here in the Southern Land,
Old man,
Down here in the Southern Land.
It is not because of a larger fee, nor yet that the bards are free,
For the bards I know and the bards I see are married enough for three;
Are married enough for three, old man, and I want you to understand,
They’ve a right to be married enough for four, down here in the Southern Land,
My girl,
Down here in the Southern Land.
But I think it’s because a bird went round and twittered in ears of men
That bards have care and the world seems bare as seen from the rhyming den,
And twittered in ears of men, old chaps, and got folks to understand
That a poet is something more than a joke down here in the Southern Land,
Old man,
Down here in the Southern Land.
poem by Henry Lawson
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John Cornstalk
Jack Cornstalk lives in the Southern Land—
What says Cornstalk John?
Jack Cornstalk says in a loud firm voice:
“Land of the South, lead on.”
CHORUS:
Land of the South, lead on, lead on,
Land of the South, lead on!
Land of the South, lead on, lead on,
Lead on, Land of the South!
John Bull lays claim to the Southern Land.
Jack, is the South Land thine?
John Cornstalk cries in a loud, firm voice:
“The Land of the South is mine!”
Land of the South, lead on, lead on,
Land of the South, lead on!
Land of the South, lead on, lead on,
Lead on, Land of the South!
“By the long, long years my father toiled
In the pioneering band;
By the hardships of those early days,
I claim the Southern Land!”
Land of the South, lead on, lead on,
Land of the South, lead on!
Land of the South, lead on, lead on,
Lead on, Land of the South!
But where shall the Land of the South lead to?
Where lead the nation’s van?
Jack Cornstalk cries from his strong young heart:
“To the Dynasty of Man.”
Land of the South, lead on, lead on,
Land of the South, lead on!
Land of the South, lead on, lead on,
Lead on, Land of the South!
poem by Henry Lawson
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This Southern Land of Ours
With alien hearts to frame our laws
And cheat us as of old,
In vain our soil is rich, in vain
'Tis seamed with virgin gold:
But the present only yields us nought,
The future only lours
Till we dare to be a people
In this Southern Land of Ours.
What would pygmean statesmen but
Our new-world prospects blast,
By chaining native enterprise
To Europe's pauper past,
With all its misery for the mass,
And fraud-upholden powers;
But we'll yet have men, - like Cromwell,
In this Southern Land of Ours.
And lo, the unploughed future, boys,
May yet be all our own,
If hearts that love their Native Land
Determine this alone:
To sow its years with crops of truth,
And border these with flowers,
Till we have a birth of heroes
In this Southern Land of Ours.
poem by Charles Harpur
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Im A Southern Man
Tony joe white
Send me a pan of corn bread with some turnip greens on the side
And if you really want to mess with my head give me anything southern fried
Give me some faded blue jeans and a pair of old cowboy boots
And Im gonna tell you where I come from tell you somethin about my roots
Im a southern man, Im a southern man,
Im a southern man, (spoken) Im a southern man
Send me a woman to love me with a lot of meat on her bones
Theres something about a big lady I just cant leave em alone
Id like to take her down to the river go skinny dippin in the night
Aint nothin like being with my lady and makin love in the pale moon light
Cause Im a southern man, a hah ah Im a southern man, Im a southern
Man, southern man, Im a southern man
Give me that soulful music it sure makes me feel so nice
So I can do the alligator and get it on every saturday night
Give me that southern comfort, give me annie greensprings wine
Take me on down to the bayou and Ill sure have a real good time
Im a southern man repeated many times to end
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Australia With Any
The Nature and rugged beauty of this Southern Land
Is a thing one like me could never understand
A migrant from by old brown hills far away
Of Nature we learn something new every day.
How could one from the Land of the black and gray crow
Anything of the Nature of this Southern Country hope to know
The home of megapodes and marsupials and birds of beauty rare
Australia with any a Land to compare.
Australia the Land of the red and grey roo
Of emu, koala and wombat and many species of cockatoo
Of butcherbird, kookaburra, lyrebird, magpie and the pied currawong
The dark birds 'tis said who have rain in their song.
Of Australia's many beautiful parrots to name just a few
Rosellas, lorikeets and king parrots so lovely to view
The monoterenes egg laying mammals in Australia only found
The platypus and echidna mystery them does surround
The wonders of Nature have never been few
And each day from her we do learn something new
And I from the Land of the black and gray crow
So little of Australia's Nature does know.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Southern Gul
Hmm...
Yeah, show you right
Come on
Shing a ling shing, shing a ling shong
Shing a ling shing, shing a ling shong
Shing a ling shing, shing a ling shong
Twing twing dign ding dong
I'm from the South
I'm a Southern Girl
Home of the burning church
Don't know much about the world
Home of the pocket stones
Home of the booty songs
Home of the fingerwave that lasts
All night long
Home of the On & On
Home of the dominoes
Home of the two piece and a pepper
Home of the teeth is gold
Home of the Never Miss
Home of the platinum hits
I'm a Southern Girl
(Southern Girl)
Countryfied
Everything I eat is fried
Got a Southern drawl
I'm so country, y'all
Well that's way down South
Yeah it's way down low
Check my Southern-fried style
And my Southern flow
(Southern Girl)
Countryfied
I like my Tofu fried
Got about a hundred friends
That ain't caught on the trends
Don't know about the Internet
Don't know about the radio
Don't know about the television
All I know is 'bout my flow
My kin folks snet me out
To make money for the house
Hooked up with my boy, Rahzel
I sure hope the record sell
(Southern Girl)
Southern Girl, and I'll rock your world
Fly as a bumble bee (Buzz)
Can't nobody f*** with me
I'm a Southern Girl
From way down South
Got a dirty way
'Cause I got a dirty mouth, dirty South
(Southern Girl)
Twing da ling, dang da dang, tiki tiki
(Southern Girl)
Twing da ding ding da dong
Sounding like a
(Southern Girl)
Twing a ding ding a ding ding ding
(Southern Girl)
Ding a ding ding a dong
Big D, Lil' A, Double L.A.
Big D, Lil' A, Double L.A.
Big D, Lil' A, Double L.A.S
Mmm...mmm...mmm...
Dey ding a ding ding ding ding
Ding a ding ding ding
Ding a ding ding ding
song performed by by Erykah Badu
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To The Land
To the land of bribes,
To the land of telephones,
To the land of corruptions,
To the land of trains,
To the land of shops,
To the land of thieves,
To the land of connections,
To the land of drugs,
To the land of trucks,
To the land of cats,
To the land of Banks,
To the land of dogs, To the land of footballers,
To the land of dragons,
To the land of hope,
To the land of ice-cream,
To the land of potatoes,
To the land of chocolates,
To the land of tomatoes,
To the land of apples,
To the land of coffee,
To the land of lights,
To the land of ships,
To the land of birds,
To the land of tigers,
To the land of carpets,
To the land of pillows,
To the land of lions,
TO the land of toys,
To the land of horses,
To the land of beds,
To the land of roses,
To the land of love,
To the land of passion,
To the land of romance;
I never new women do snore until i married one.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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I like health-conscious cooking, but growing up in the South, I do love southern cooking; southern France, southern Italy, southern Spain. I love southern cooking.
quote by Clarence Clemons
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Rebel
I am a good old Rebel, that's exactly what I am,
The open land of freedom, I do not give a damn.
We heard a thousand Yankees, well I'm dead on that Southern thing,
We got three hundred thousand, all they ever got next to us.
They gather the Southern people at an old Southern steel shop,
And I wish we'd got three million more, mud we've got.
I can't take off my musket, fire now no more,
But I ain't gonna rebel, yes I got damn sure.
You don't want no part in what I've done or am,
And I will not be reconstructed and I do not give a damn
song performed by by Quicksilver Messenger Service
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Southern Comfort
(eric carmen)
Recorded by the quick
Epic 10516 / 1969
Northern lovins mean, so cold and weary
You know, I got to go down south to get love right
And the way they love down south
You know it makes my blood run hot
I need some southern comfort, hey, hey, hey
Gimme some of your southern comfort, hey, hey, hey
Well Ive had my fill of gold I trade for women
Now I need some southern hospitality
And the way they love down south,
You know it makes my blood run hot
I need some southern comfort, hey, hey, hey
Gimme some of your southern comfort, hey, hey, hey
So if you wanna keep me satisfied
You gotta give me some southern comfort tonight
Well Ive had my fill of gold I trade for women
No, I need some southern hospitality
And the way they love down south,
You know it makes my blood run hot
I need some southern comfort, hey, hey, hey
Gimme some of your southern comfort, hey, hey, hey
And the way they love down south,
You know it makes my blood run hot
Gimme some of your southern comfort, hey, hey, hey
Gimme some of your southern comfort, hey, hey, hey
Some southern comfort, hey, hey, hey
(oh, you know I want it baby)
Gimme some of your southern comfort, hey, hey, hey
song performed by by Eric Carmen
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Wild Eyed Southern Boys
Its a hot night at the juke joint
And the bands pumpin rhythm and blues
Gonna spill a little rock and roll blood tonight
Gonna make some front page news
And the ladies hate the violence
Still they never seem to look away
Cause they love those
Wild eyed southern boys
Wild eyed boys
Wild eyed southern boys
Its a southern point of honor
You got a get right in on the action
You can hear the outlaws holler
Fight for the lady in black
And she's just one in a million
But she's all I need tonight
Cause she loves those
Wild eyed southern boys
Wild eyed boys
Wild eyed southern boys
Wild eyed boys
Oohhh yeah
Wild eyed boys
A man of wealth and power
Is out on the dance hall floor
He got a champagne Eldorado parked outside the door
And he's looking for a honky tonk angel
But he don't stand a chance in hell
Cause he ain't no wild eyed southern boy
Wild eyed boy
Wild eyed southern boy
Wild eyed
Wild eyed southern boy
Wild eyed southern boys
Wild eyed boy
Wild eyed southern boy
Wild eyed boy
Wild eyed boy
Wild eyed southern boys
Wild eyed boys
song performed by by 38 Special
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Southern Women
(g.& d. rossington, j. van zant, e. king)
Im the kind of man that loves all the girls
From debutantes to honky-tonk queens
Ive tasted every brand all around the world
But all I see are peaches in my dreams
Im talkin bout, Im talkin bout them southern women
Its a well known fact across the dixie line
And if a man dont agree I can tell you hes blind
They can drink with the best and the hell with the rest
And if she takes you home you aint gettin no rest
(chorus)
Im talkin bout, Im talkin bout them southern women
Im talkin bout theyll love you so slow them southern women
Them southern girls
They look like angels on saturday night oh-lord they got a wild side
Take you places that youve never been make a man come back again
Talk about mamas southern belle little girl learned her lesson well
Aint no others can cast a spell like the sweet southern women
(repeat chorus)
They can make a man feel so proud they can capture him with a southern style
Little girl learned her lesson well aint no others can cast a spell
Like the sweet southern women them southern girls
song performed by by Lynyrd Skynyrd
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Your Southern Can Is Mine
Lookie here momma let me explain ya this
If ya wanna get crooked ill even give ya my fist
Ya might read from revelation back to genesis
Ya keep forgetten your southern can belongs to me
So there aint no use in bringin no jive to me
Your southern can is mine in the mornin
Your southern can belongs to me
Ya might go uptown have me arrested, put in jail
Some hotshots got money gonna pull my bail
Soon as i get out, hit the ground
Your southern can is worth a thousand, half a pound
So there aint no use in bringin no jive to me
Your southern can is mine, talkin about it
Your southern can belongs to me
Ya might take it from the south, baby, hide it up north
Understand ya cant rule me and be my boss
Take it from the east and hide in the west
But when i get ya momma your canll see no rest
So there aint no use in bringin no jive to me
Your southern can is mine, im screamin
Your southern can belongs to me
Now baby, ashes to ashes, sand to sand
When i hit ya momma then ya feel my hand
Give ya punch through that barbed wire fence
When i hit ya baby, ya know i make no sence
So there aint no use in bringin no jive to me
Your southern can is mine, i know it
Your southern can belongs to me
Now look here woman, dont get hot
Im gettin me a brick outta my backyard
So there aint no use in bringin no jive to me
Your southern can is mine, im takin about it
Your southern can belongs to me
Well if i catch you momma down in the heart of town
Im gonna grab me a brick and tear your can on down
So there aint no use in bringin no jive to me
Your southern can is mine, i know it
Your southern can belongs to me
You maybe get bed sick, cause youre graveyard bound
Im gonna make you moan like a graveyard hound
So there aint no use in bringin no jive to me
Your southern can is mine, im screamin
Your southern can belongs to me
song performed by by White Stripes
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Christmas in Africa
Christmas in Africa
under a Southern sky
On an evening warm
we all recall
A tiny infant's sigh.
Christmas in Africa
under a Southern sky
Where people rejoice
with heart and voice
In a wondrous lullaby.
Chorus:
Woza moya oyingcwele (Come Holy Spirit)
Al-le-lui-ui-ia.
Christmas in Africa
under a Southern sky
Where mountain mist
meets the seaside kissed
And a penguin waddles by.
Christmas in Africa
under a Southern sky
Where the bush pig roams
far away from home
And a sunbird sings on high.
poem by Margaret Kollmer
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Spring Is Arriving
The weather is wet as the old man remember
But two days from now on the first of September
The Goddess of Spring without any commotion
Will arrive in the Land by the Southern Ocean
In the quiet of midnight when most people are sleeping
Through wood and through park and paddock she will come creeping
In the Southern Hemisphere her three months of residency she will be assuming
When the golden flowers on the wattles are blooming
It looks like August will end as it began raining
But about that the farmers will not be complaining
They have had to survive through many a drought stricken Season
And to smile in the rain they have every good reason
To the southern shore the Spring her way silently winging
And in the rains of late August the wild birds are singing.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Southern Man
Southern man better keep your head
Dont forget what your good book said
Southern change gonna come as last
Now your crosses are burning fast
Southern man
I saw cotton
I saw black
Tall white fences
Little shacks
And southern man
When will you pay them back
I heard screaming
Bull whips cracking
How long how long
How
Southern man better keep your head
Dont forget what your good book said
Southern change gonna come at last
Now your crosses are burning fast
Southern man
Southern man
Lilly belle your hair is golden brown
Ive seen your black man coming round
I swear by God Im gonna cut him down
I heard screaming
Bull whips cracking
How long how long
How
Southern man better keep your head
Dont forget what your good book said
Southern change gonna come at last
Now your crosses are burning fast
Southern man
song performed by by Indigo Girls
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Ned Kelly Is Proud
It's a sad sad day...
Our land, being taken from us
No care for the future..
They; take and taking,
Government balls deep'n
the miners; shut up money
A beaut dummy!
What would old Ned think?
What would old Ned do?
Eureka; those Legends!
Young Ned grew up to, truly awed..
Those Old fellas swore an Oath
under our Southern Cross..
' stand truly by each other and
fight to defend our rights and liberties '
Ned and the Eureka mob; laughing at
you young fella's! Struttin around, pill poppin
Loose pizzles, Straight off the production floor,
Medicured with your tough stickers...
Wearing my Mask; our Southern Cross displayed for all...
Have you earned IT? ? ? ?
It's a sad sad day...
Our LAND, being TAKEN from US! !
Young Fella's....
Where are' YOU 'at the Marches, why are
you NOT at your neighbors side...
Bash'n each other?
It's not your fault! ! ! ! ! !
Southern Belle
Killing a southern belle is all you know how to do
That and give other people hell
Its what they expect from you too
But I wouldnt have you how you want
I dont wanna walk around
I dont even want to breathe
I live in a southern town
Where all you can do is grit yr teeth
But I wouldnt have you how you want
How come youre not ashamed of what you are?
And sorry that youre the one she got?
Aint nobody talking now
Nobody nothings said
No ones about to shout
Nobodys seen red
But I wouldnt have you how you want
Youre killing a southern belle
Killing a southern belle
Killing a southern belle
song performed by by Elliott Smith
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Hon. James B. Clay
Another pang for Southern hearts,
That of late so oft have bled,
Another name to add to the roll
Of their mighty, patriot dead;
A vacant place ’mid that phalanx proud.
Of which each glorious name
Is dear to a mighty nation’s heart,
And dear to undying fame.
The God-given gift of genius his,
The patriot’s holy fire,
For he we mourn was a worthy son
Of a great and glorious sire:
Ah! whate’er the changes time may bring,
Shall never pass away
From the people’s mind, in North or South,
The deathless name of Clay.
Yet an exile in a foreign land,
His spirit passed from earth,
Far from the old dear scenes of home,
The loved land of his birth,—
The land he had well and truly served,
With heart, with sword, with pen,
Since first he had joined the march of life,
By the side of his fellow men.
No Southern breezes, soft and sweet,
Played around his dying bed,
No Southern flowers in glowing bloom,
Rich fragrance round him shed;
The wintry light of a Northern sky,
Earth robed in snowy vest,
Were the scenes that met his yearning gaze
As he passed into his rest
But near him gathered devoted hearts,
Wife, children, at his side,
Wept bitter tears while hushed they looked,
With fond, revering pride,
On him who had ever been to them,
Throughout his life’s career,
A model of all that honor high,
Or virtue holds most dear.
And other mourners leaves he too,
Who had learned to love him well.
Though short the time since he had come,
Within our midst to dwell:
Friends who will keep his name fore’er
’Mid those they we set apart,
To cherish deeply, and revere,
Within their inmost heart.
poem by Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
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Southern Woman
Written by james young, raymond brandle
Lead vocals by james young
First met you in a southern town
On a warm november day
You made me smoke like a whirlwind
I knew we had nothing to say
Love me but dont try and make me stay
Southern woman
Take my soul but dont you take my life
Southern woman
Make me feel good but dont you tell my wife
[guitar solo]
Once again in the early spring
I touched your ravens crown
Your wild eyed stories of rare delight
Like to knock me down
Its getting so damn hard to put you down
Southern woman
Take my soul but dont you take my life
Southern woman
Make me feel good but dont you tell my wife
[instrumental solos]
Southern woman
Take my soul but dont you take my life
Southern woman
Make me feel good but dont you tell my wife
Southern woman
Take my soul but dont you take my life
Southern woman
Make me feel good but dont you tell my wife
Southern woman
Yeah
song performed by by Styx
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Im A Good Old Rebel
(traditional, arranged by ry cooder)
Oh, Im a good old rebel
Now thats just what I am
For this fair land of freedom
I do not care a damn.
Im glad I fought against it
I only wish wed won.
And I dont want no pardon
For anything Ive done.
I hates the yankee nation
And everything they do,
I hates the declaration
Of independence, too;
I hates the glorious union-
tis dripping with our blood-
And I hates their striped banner,
I fought it all I could.
Three hundred thousand yankees
Stiffen in southern dust
We got three hundred thousand
Before they conquered us
They died of southern fever
And southern steel and shot
And I wish it was three million
Instead of what we got.
I want to reconstruct it
Im better now than then
And for that carpet beggar
I dont give a damn
So Im a forward the frontier
Soon as I can go
I could bear a weapon
And start for mexico
song performed by by Ry Cooder
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