"It's Gittindroy"

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14 years 5 months ago #2750 by Ghilly
"It's Gittindroy" was created by Ghilly
The remark on the home page, It's Gittindroy immediately sparked my memory of this poem. I don't recall who wrote it but it's on Martin Curtis's album "Gin and Raspberry" I googled and up came the poem, right at the top of all the options.

There are so many NZ poems, a few I've heard and one so funny it had the entire audience rolling about. I can't remember the name of it or who wrote it so I don't even know where to start looking but at least this one, I found. Thought it was apt.

Yakut.

SAID HANRAHAN

"We'll all be ROONED!" said Hanrahan, in accent most forlorn,
Outside the Church, ere Mass began, one frosty Sunday morn.
The congregation stood around, Coat collars to the ears,
And talked of stock and crops and drought, as it had done for years.
"Oh, things is crook," said Daniel Croke, "be sure they're crook, me lads, For never since the banks went broke have seasons been so bad."
"It's dry alright." said young O'Neill, with which astute remark
He squatted down upon his heel and chewed a piece of bark.
And so around the chorus ran: "It's keeping dry", "No doubt".
"We'll all be ROONED," said Hanrahan, "before the year is out!"

"You'll have your work cut out to save one single bag of grain.
From here 'way up the back of Bourke they're singin' out for rain,
They're crying out for rain", he said, "and all the tanks are dry."
The congregation scratched its head and looked up at the sky.
"There won't be grass, in any case, enough to feed an ass.
There's not a blade on Casey's place when I came down to Mass."
"If rain don't come this month..." says Dan, and cleared his throat to speak "We'll all be ROONED," said Hanrahan, "if rain don't come this week!"

A stony silence seemed to steal on all at this remark,
So each man squatted on his heel and chewed his piece of bark.
"We need an inch of rain, we do", O'Neill observed at last.
But Croke maintained we wanted TWO before the danger's past.
"If we don't get three inches now, or four, to break this drought,
We'll all be ROONED," said Hanrahan, "before the year is out!"

In God's good time, down came the rain, and all the afternoon
On gutterspout and window-pane it played a homely tune.
All through the night it pattered still, and lightsome gladsome elves
On gutterspout and window-sill kept talking to themselves.
It PELTED, PELTED all day long, a-singing at its work
And every heart took up the song 'way up the back of Bourke.
In every creek a banker ran, andd dams filled o'er the top.
"We'll all be ROONED," said Hanrahan, "if this flamin' rain don't stop!"

And stop it did, in God's good time, and Spring came in to fold
A mantle o'er the hils, sublime, of pink and green and gold,
And O! the joy in every heart with Harvest hopes immense,
And laughing eyes beheld the wheat nid-nodding o'er the fence,
And O! the smiles on every face as happy lad and lass
Through grass knee-deep on Casey's place came tripping down to Mass.
Outside the Church, in clothes genteel, discoursed the men of mark,
And each man squatted on his heel and chewed his piece of bark.
"There'll be bushfires". "For sure". "There will". "Without a doubt".
"We'll all be ROONED," said Hanrahan, "before the year is out!"

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14 years 5 months ago #76767 by sod
Replied by sod on topic "It's Gittindroy"
Great, my mother (granddad was a farmer) used to say "the farmers moan ifin they not got nuf money then ifin they git more they moan about the tax to pay so as long as they are moaning don't worry they are still alive Seems that poem somes up the same.Love it

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