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Carol Prior |
In
order to make any sense of the following, a crash-course in the Ozzie
language might be useful;
Australian – English translation
Rellies – relatives
Uluru – large rock in the desert
Fair dinkum – jolly good
Strides – trousers
To spit the dummy – to lose one’s temper
Rapt – fascinated
A sticky beak – someone who is very nosy
Amber fluid – beer
Crook - ill
Dunny/lavvy – lavatory, toilet, ‘loo’
She’ll be right – she will be fine
Bogans – disreputable people, also known in England as ‘pikeys’
Mongrel – bad person
Arse – behind, bottom, may also be a colloquial term in use in England
This arvo – this afternoon
A sorry crew – a sad group of people
Bonzer – fantastic, amazing
Brew – a drink, can be beer or tea
No worries, mates! – everything is fine, friends.
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We met up
with the rellies for a day out at the zoo
From Ballarat and Bendigo and even Uluru.
The weather was fair dinkum as we strolled along the path
And Dwayne was wearing red strides which gave us all a laugh.
‘Til a bull came up behind him, it tossed him in the air
And made him spit the dummy when he landed on a bear.
We were rapt to see the tigers and watched them for an age
But Kylie, being a sticky beak, stuck her head inside the cage!
Well, it started out with ten of us and now we’re down to eight
So we hit the amber fluid and put it down to fate.
But Sheila overdid it, which made her feel quite funny She ran off
feeling crook and got locked inside the dunny.
“She’ll be right”, said Shayne, as he gave the door some kicks
But they both fell down the lavvy, so now we’re down to six.
There’s me and Bruce and Edna, and little Sarah Sue.
We tried to lose the bogans but they stuck to us like glue.
Deep inside the reptile house a panic had ensued.
Some mongrel let the serpents out and they’re looking for some food.
Poor Edna, rushing with the crowd, slipped upon the grass,
When a snake came up behind her and bit her on the arse!
This arvo Bruce and Sarah Sue went off to feed the crane
Turned out to be a vulture, so they won’t come back again.
Well, it’s just me and the bogans and we’re such a sorry crew
But the outing’s been just bonzer so we’re going for a brew.
No worries, mates!
© Carol Prior
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