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Sweeney - Slim Dusty (西林·得斯提)

Written by：Slim Dusty/Henry Lawson

It was somewhere in september

And the sun was goin' down

When I came in search of coffee

To a darling river town

Come and have a drink we'll call it

Tis a fitting name I think

And was raining

For a wonder up at

Come and have a drink

Underneath the pub verander

I was resting on a bunk

When a stranger Rose before me

And he said that he was drunk

He apologised for speaking

There was no offence he swore

But he somehow seemed to fancy that

He'd seen my face before

He agreed you can't remember

All the chaps you chance to meet

And he said his name was Sweeney

People lived in sussex street

He was camping in a stable

That he swore that he was right

Only for the blanky horses

Walkin' over him all night

He'd apparently been fighting

For his face was black and blue

And it looked as though the horses

Had been treading on him too

But an honest genial twinkle

In the eye that wasn't hurt

Seemed to hint of something better

Spite of drink and rags and dirt

He was born in parramatta

And he said with humour grim

That he'd like to see the city

Ever liquor finished him

But he couldn't raise the money

He was damned if he could think

What the government was doing here

He offered me a drink

I declined was self denial

And I lectured him on booze

Using all the hackneyed arguments

That preachers mostly use

Things I'd heard in temperance lectures

I was young and rather green

And I ended by referring to the man

He might have been

But he couldn't stay to argue

For his beer was nearly gone

He was glad

He said to meet me

And he'd see me later on

But he guessed he'd have to go

And get his bottle filled again

And he gave a lurch and vanished in the

Darkness and the rain

And the afternoons in cities

When the rain is on

The land

Visions come to me of Sweeney

With his bottle in

His hand