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gopher
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I eat my own poop
Dec 1999
time: 00:17
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What was with Yahoo Serious?
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Lars-E
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quote:
Originally posted by Chowlett
What, you don't know of it? Quoted from a webpage... |
I know it Chowlett. It's well known. Why are you chewing on my tail? Eat Kaak and die.
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ColdWizard
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is it true that Foster's is really just kangaroo piss?
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Lars-E
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Alexander Horse are you gonna answer my questions?!!
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Alexander's Horse
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Panmunjon, hands up!
Jan 1970
time: 15:17
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quote:
Originally posted by Rufus T. Firefly
1) When did you guys change the national anthem to "Waltzing Matilda," and why? (For what it's worth, my wife and I both think it's the best national anthem of all.)
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Waltzing Matilda is a stirring song but its not the national anthem. The national anthem is Advance Australia Fair, a rather plodding Victorian screed.
You could say "Waltzing Matilda" is the national song however.
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2) At whom is your animosity directed over Gallipoli: the Brits, the Turks, or both? |
Nobody really. Strangely enough Gallipoli is the basis for a very warm relationship with Turkey. The Australians and the Turks - "Johny Turk" to the Australian "Diggers" - deeply respected each other's fighting qualities. The British navy landed the Australians and New Zealander's at the wrong beach but noone really blames them for what happened. They got slaughtered as well at separate landings at Suvla Bay.
There is a rather moving folk song called "And the Band Played Waltzing Matilda" which brings together the 2 themes of your question:
Now when I was a young man I carried me pack
And I lived the free life of the rover.
From the Murray's green basin to the dusty outback,
Well, I waltzed my Matilda all over.
Then in 1915, my country said, "Son,
It's time you stopped ramblin', there's work to be done."
So they gave me a tin hat, and they gave me a gun,
And they marched me away to the war.
And the band played "Waltzing Matilda,"
As the ship pulled away from the quay,
And amidst all the cheers, the flag waving, and tears,
We sailed off for Gallipoli.
And how well I remember that terrible day,
How our blood stained the sand and the water;
And of how in that hell that they call Suvla Bay
We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter.
Johnny Turk, he was waitin', he primed himself well;
He showered us with bullets, and he rained us with shell --
And in five minutes flat, he'd blown us all to hell,
Nearly blew us right back to Australia.
But the band played "Waltzing Matilda,"
When we stopped to bury our slain,
Well we buried ours, and the Turks buried theirs,
Then we started all over again.
And those that were left, well, we tried to survive
In that mad world of blood, death and fire.
And for ten weary weeks I kept myself alive
Though around me the corpses piled higher.
Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over head,
And when I woke up in me hospital bed
And saw what it had done, well, I wished I was dead --
Never knew there was worse things than dying.
For I'll go no more "Waltzing Matilda,"
All around the green bush far and free --
To hump tents and pegs, a man needs both legs,
No more "Waltzing Matilda" for me.
So they gathered the crippled, the wounded, the maimed,
And they shipped us all back home to Australia.
The armless, the legless, the blind, the insane,
Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla.
And as our ship sailed into Circular Quay,
I looked at the place where me legs used to be,
And thanked Christ there was nobody waiting for me,
To grieve, to mourn and to pity.
But the band played "Waltzing Matilda,"
As they carried us down the gangway,
But nobody cheered, they just stood and stared,
Then they turned all their faces away.
And so now every April, I sit on my porch
And I watch the parade pass before me.
And I see my old comrades, how proudly they march,
Reviving old dreams of past glory,
And the old men march slowly, all bones stiff and sore,
They're tired old heroes from a forgotten war
And the young people ask "What are they marching for?"
And I ask meself the same question.
But the band plays "Waltzing Matilda,"
And the old men still answer the call,
But as year follows year, more old men disappear
Someday, no one will march there at all.
Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda.
Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?
And their ghosts may be heard as they march by the billabong,
Who'll come a-Waltzing Matilda with me?
Eric Bogle.
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(I believe the last known Australian Gallipoli veteran died last year)
Last edited by Alexander's Horse on 13-02-2002 at 14:13
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Bereta_Eder
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hmmm from that sonmg it appears the turks kicked your butt long and hard and now you romantisize about it?
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TheBirdMan
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A real Master of CTP-PBEM - together with all the others.....
Sep 1999
time: 05:17
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Some months ago, I read on this site, that some aussie sheepherds counts their sheeps like this:
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, hello Honey , nine, ten .....
Is that the true?
 Or was that about some kiwi-sheepherds ?
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Lars-E
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danish descendant kiwis. Yes, there are danish colonies in nz.
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12-02-2002 18:47
Noone is answering my questions!!!
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