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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE COACHMAN'S YARN, by EDWIN JAMES BRADY Poet's Biography First Line: This a tale that the coachman told Last Line: Nimitybell on monaro. Alternate Author Name(s): Brady, E. J. Subject(s): Bars & Bartenders; Cold; Death; Fire; Story-telling; Winter; Pubs; Taverns; Saloons; Dead, The | |||
THIS a tale that the coachman told, As he flicked the flies from Marigold And flattered and fondled Pharaoh. The sun swung low in the western skies: Out on a plain, just over a rise, Stood Nimitybell, on Monaro; Cold as charity, cold as hell, Bleak, bare, barren Nimitybell Nimitybell on Monaro. "Now this 'ere 'appened in 'Eighty-three, The coldest winter ever we see; Strewth, it was cold, as cold as could be, Out 'ere on Monaro; It froze the blankets, it froze the fleas, It froze the sap in the blinkin' trees, It made a grindstone out of cheese, Right 'ere in Monaro. "Freezin' an' snowin'ask the old hands; They seen, they knows, an' they understands. The ploughs was froze, and the cattle brands, Down 'ere in Monaro; It froze our fingers and froze our toes; I seen a passenger's breath so froze Icicles 'ung from 'is bloomin' nose Long as the tail on Pharaoh! "I ketched a curlew down by the creek; His feet was froze to his blessed beak; 'E stayed like that for over a week That's cold on Monaro. Why, even the air got froze that tight You'd 'ear the awfullest sounds at night, When things was put to a fire or light, Out 'ere on Monaro. "For the sounds was froze. At Haydon's Bog A cove 'e cross-cut a big back-log, An' carted 'er 'ome ('e wants to jog Stiddy, go stiddy there, Pharaoh!). As soon as his log begins to thaw They 'cars the sound of the cross-cut saw A-thawin' out. Yes, his name was Law. Old hands, them Laws, on Monaro. "The second week of this 'ere cold snap I'm drivin' the coach. A Sydney chap, 'E strikes this part o' the bloomin' map, A new hand 'ere on Monaro; 'Is name or game I never heard tell, But'e gets off at Nimitybell; Blowin' like Bluey, freezin' like 'ell At Nimitybell on Monaro. "The drinks was froze, o' course, in the bar; They breaks a bottle of old Three Star, An' the barman sez, 'Now, there y' are, You can't beat that for Monaro!' The stranger bloke, 'e was tall an' thin, Sez, 'Strike me blue, but I think you win; We'll 'ave another an' I'll turn in It's blitherin' cold on Monaro.' " 'E borrowed a book an' went to bed To read awhile, so the missus said, By the candle-light. 'E must ha' read (These nights is long on Monaro) Past closin' time. Then 'e starts an' blows The candle out; but the wick 'ad froze! Leastways, that's what folks round 'ere suppose, Old hands as lived on Monaro. "So bein' tired, an' a stranger, new To these mountain ways, they think he threw 'Is coat on the wick; an' maybe, too, Any old clothes 'e'd to spare. Oh, This ain't no fairy, an' don't you fret! Next day came warmer, an' set in wet There's some out 'ere as can mind it yet, The real old 'ands on Monaro. "The wick must ha' thawed. The fire began At breakfast time. The neighbours all ran To save the pub . . . an' forgot the man (Stiddy, go stiddy there, mare-oh). The pub was burned to the blanky ground; 'Is buttons was all they ever found. The blinkin' cow, 'e owed me a pound From Cooma his blinkin' fare, oh! "That ain't no fairy, not what I've told; I'm gettin' shaky an' growin' old, An' I hope I never again see cold, Like that down 'ere on Monaro!" . . . He drives his horses, he drives them well, And this is the tale he loves to tell Nearing the town of Nimitybell, Nimitybell on Monaro. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FRIEND KILLED IN THE WAR by ANTHONY HECHT FOR JAMES MERRILL: AN ADIEU by ANTHONY HECHT TARANTULA: OR THE DANCE OF DEATH by ANTHONY HECHT CHAMPS D?ÇÖHONNEUR by ERNEST HEMINGWAY |
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