'The Man From Ironbark' , Is a famous poem by Australian poet Banjo Paterson. It was first published
in the bulletin in 1892.
'In Relation to the Man From Ironbark' , I've tried to capture a modern day version of this poem,
with regards to Banjo.
IN RELATION TO THE MAN FROM IRONBARK.
You've heard about the barber,
And, The Man From Ironbark,
The bushman's trip to Sydney,
Who wondered over park.
His now become clean shaven,
He shave's his throat with care,
And uses antiseptic cream,
Cause he thinks the cuts still there?
He moved away from Ironbark,
To the busy Sydney town,
He dresses now in suit an tie,
Don't loiter up and down.
He mixes now with Sydney toffs,
Has give the shearing away,
And found himself an office job,
In Sydney town to stay.
His freindly now to gilded youths,
Their eye's aint dull no more,
Has quieten down a lot less now,
Then as he was before.
His attitude is much polite,
No grunt or rude remark,
And feeling such a better man,
To what he was in Ironbark.
Now while round in Sydney town,
He believe's to keep a tote,
And uses antiseptic cream,
Upon his wretched throat.
Duncan Williams. (2008)
In Relation To The Man From Ironbark
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I'm afraid I am not read enough to know of the poem to which you refer (and at the time of reading yours, too idle to find it!) but I still enjoyed your poem on an aesthetic level. It's rhyme didn't get tiresome for me and instead gave it a pleasant playfulness that complemented the roundness of the poem.
"The poet becomes a seer through a long, immense, and reasoned derangement of all the senses." - Arthur Rimbaud
Very cool! '
Not familiar with the original, (off to google I go) but this is very well done.
Not familiar with the original, (off to google I go) but this is very well done.
"Poetry's unnat'ral; no man ever talked poetry 'cept a beadle on boxin' day, or Warren's blackin' or Rowland's oil, or some o' them low fellows; never you let yourself down to talk poetry, my boy." C. Dickens