#Song sergeant full free

Later, one Brad Tate amalgamated Tex's song with a poem with a similar theme by a Terry Boylan to produce, intentionally or otherwise, a much more folky feel and I suspect that the German Language version here arises out of the later version. Unfortunately, Sergeant Small took exception to this and his threats to sue resulted in the song being withdrawn from both broadcast and sale. In 1938, the very talented New Zealand country and western singer then in Australia, Tex Morton, decided to write a song about Sergeant Small and it got a lot of airplay. He would kit himself out as a bagman trying to find some space on a goods train for himself and he'd surreptitiously approach each carriage and ask if there was any room inside and many a concealed bagman would answer back and thus give himself up. Sergeant Small developed a cunning approach. Sometimes the swagmen were arrested and other times they would be forced off the train in remote areas. Their usual technique was to intermittently board and comprehensively search trains.

#Song sergeant full free

The railways tended to resent the second option and there was a constant effort by both the state police and the railway police to deter these free travelling swagmen or bagmen as they were sometimes called. With virtually no money, there were really only two ways to effect this travel - by walking or jumping a freight train. In the depression years, many men on the dole were obliged to travel the country searching for work as they had to collect their dole from different locations. Sergeant Small was a well-known police officer stationed at Roma in south-west Queensland. Sergeant Small aka Down and Outback may not be so well known. These notes from the Australian Folk and Bush Music and Musicians: Stay off those Queensland goods trains they're a short cut to the clink So if you're down and outback boys I'll tell you what I think Saying 'Maybe this will help to cure your rattler jumping ways' The judge was very kind to me he gave me thirty days 'I have trapped you very nicely - you've ridden for a fall' 'Come out of there my noble man' came the voice of Sergeant Small I heard a voice say 'Any room Mate?' I answered 'Plenty Bo' When we got into Roma I kept my head down low So I gathered my belongings and took her on the fly I remembered the Government slogan: Here's the railway that you ownīy this time the sun was setting and the night was getting nigh Now as I sat and watched her inspiration's seed was sown I'd go back to western Queensland and beat up Sergeant Small I wish I was about twenty stone only seven feet tall She was on her way to Roma it was quite plain to me I heard the whistle blowing and looking out could see My pants were getting ragged my boots were getting thinīut when I stopped at Mitchell a goods train shunted in I was on my way to Roma destination Darling Downs

I came down into Charleville through all the western towns Nobody would employ me so my swag carrying begun Went broke in western Queensland in Nineteen Thirty One