Intro
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Verse 1:
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It was the man from Ironbark who struck the Sydney town,
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He wandered over street and park, he wandered up and down.
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He loitered here he loitered there, till he was like to drop,
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Until at last in sheer despair he sought a barber's shop.
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''Ere! shave my beard and whiskers off, I'll be a man of mark,
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I'll go and do the Sydney toff up home in Ironbark.'
Verse 2:
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The barber man was small and flash, as barbers mostly are,
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He wore a strike-your-fancy sash he smoked a huge cigar;
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He was a humorist of note and keen at repartee,
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He laid the odds and kept a 'tote', whatever that may be,
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And when he saw our friend arrive, he whispered, 'Here's a lark!
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Just watch me catch him all alive, this man from Ironbark.'
Verse 3:
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There were some gilded youths that sat along the barber's wall.
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Their eyes were dull, their heads were flat, they had no brains at all;
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To them the barber passed the wink his dexter eyelid shut,
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'I'll make this bloomin' yokel think his bloomin' throat is cut.'
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And as he soaped and rubbed it in he made a rude remark:
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'I s'pose the flats is pretty green up there in Ironbark.'
Verse 4:
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A grunt was all reply he got; he shaved the bushman's chin,
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Then made the water boiling hot and dipped the razor in.
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He raised his hand, his brow grew black, he paused awhile to gloat,
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Then slashed the red-hot razor-back across his victim's throat;
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Upon the newly-shaven skin it made a livid mark
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No doubt, it fairly took him in ? the man from Ironbark.
Verse 5:
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He fetched a wild up-country yell might wake the dead to hear,
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And though his throat, he knew full well, was cut from ear to ear,
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He struggled gamely to his feet, and faced the murd'rous foe:
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'You've done for me! you dog, I'm beat! One hit before I go!
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I only wish I had a knife, you blessed murdering shark!
D A D
But you'll remember all your life the man from Ironbark.'
Verse 6:
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He lifted up his hairy paw, with one tremendous clout
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He landed on the barber's jaw, and knocked the barber out.
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He set to work with nail and tooth, he made the place a wreck;
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He grabbed the nearest gilded youth, and tried to break his neck.
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And all the while his throat he held to save his vital spark,
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And 'Murder! Bloody murder!' yelled the man from Ironbark.
Verse 7:
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A peeler man who heard the din came in to see the show;
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He tried to run the bushman in, but he refused to go.
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And when at last the barber spoke, and said ''Twas all in fun'
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T?was just a little harmless joke, a trifle overdone.'
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'A joke!' he cried, 'By George, that's fine; a lively sort of lark;
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I'd like to catch that murdering swine some night in Ironbark.'
Verse 8:
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And now while round the shearing floor the list'ning shearers gape,
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He tells the story o'er and o'er, and brags of his escape.
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'Them barber chaps what keeps a tote, By Hell, I've had enough,
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One tried to cut my bloomin' throat, but thank the Lord it's tough.'
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And whether he's believed or no, there's one thing to remark,
D A D
That flowing beards are all the go way up in Ironbark.
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That flowing beards are all the go way up in Ironbark.