Ted - Redgum
On a back block down Salisbury plains
Ted was born in 1895
Thrust from the loins on to rusty soil
And the cord was cut with a scythe
Said
People there are city folk today
And they couldn't tell sh*t from clay
A ripening crop of stobie poles
There's no regrets
When the memory roams
That earth is in me bones
Did his bit in the first world war
Took the shilling to fight the Hun
Mud up to his crotch in Flanders fields
And the gas eating out his lungs
Said
Me best mate died
Hanging on the barbed wire
And when the attack was through
We took some prisoners to HQ
Shared a fag and a yarn or two
They were the same as me and you
And I asked old ted what history meant
As he sharpened his hedging shears
What a bloody fool question
That is my boy
I lived it for 83 years
See him every year on Anzac day
Swilling beers down at the Rex hotel
He'd laugh with his mates
And go deep in thought
Where he went even he couldn't tell
He said
King and country
Cock and bull
We fought just to survive
The anger might have faded
Still this feeling grabs me deep inside
I guess you could call it pride
As a navvy on the line in the nullabor
Depression left it's scars
Heaving cold steel rails
In the burning sun
Freezing beneath the stars
He said
If you escaped the susso queues
You had a hell of price to pay
And when time flowed like an open wound
I'd blow me dough on a Saturday
Drink the pain away
And I asked old ted what history meant
As he sharpened his hedging shears
What a bloody fool question
That is my boy
I lived it for 83 years
On Sunday arvo he'd sit and talk
Over a dozen cold west end
Of what was gained and what was lost
And would never come again
He said
Money you know it comes and goes
On booze and rent and fags
You can make a fortune on overtime
And lose it all on the nags
But years of toil with a bunch of mates
She know it leaves you satisfied
Though we never moved a mountain
We sure gave it a try
Pick the wheat from the chaff
And the steel from the scurf
And the honest man from the liar
If wisdom came by other names
Ted was earth and fire
On the day that old ted died
No-one would have known
Buried in a pauper's grave
He lived and died alone
And the 727s roared overhead
Withe the drone of the angry roads
There seemed a pause for just a while
And the silence was heard around for miles
The silence was heard for miles
