Maids of Australia


…from the quills of the dead white poets


Banjo Paterson (1864 -1941)


 One day as I strolled by the Hawkesbury banks,

 Where the maids of Australia, they play their wild pranks,

 Near a palm-shaded tree, I laid myself down,

 To admire the young damsels who gathered around,

 On the banks of that stream in Australia,

 Round the banks of that stream in Australia,

 Where the maids are all handsome and gay. a charming young damsel before me appeared,

She came for to bathe in the streams close by here.

 With kissing and caressing, she soon said to me,

 ‘Can’t you see it’s the dress that kind nature gave me,

 On the morn I was born in Australia.’

 On the morn I was born in Australia,

 Where the maids are all handsome and gay.


 Soon exhausted by swimming she swam to the brink,

 ‘Come and save me, kind sir, I’m afraid that I’ll sink,’

 Like lightning I sprang and got hold of her hand,

 I tried for to rise but fell back on the sand,

 And I entered the bush of Australia,

 And I entered the bush of Australia,

 Where the maids are all handsome and gay.


 Soon the eighth month was over and the ninth month had come,

 And the charming young creature brought forth a fine son.

 She looked for his dad, but nowhere could be found,

 It’s then she remembered that fall on the ground,

 On the banks of that stream in Australia,

 On the banks of that stream in Australia,

 Where the maids are all handsome and gay.

♥ ♥


 P.S. I found this in Old Bush Songs – The Centenary Edition of Banjo Paterson’s Classic Collection, edited by Warren Fahey & Graham Seal. Some songs therein have erudite explanations, which I would normally ignore, but:

 The ‘bush of Australia’ mentioned in the verses is not to be found on the map! This is an old song that could be described as erotic rather than bawdy. Interestingly it is one of the earliest to discuss sexual relations between the Europeans and indigenous people. It is also an age-old theme in folk song where the innocent woman is left with a baby but no father.”

 I had to read the song again; and then the frontispiece’s proud announcement – Published by ABC Books for the Australian Broadcasting Corporation. No wonder then.

 Leaving aside the obvious observation that only an extraordinary dirty mind could ponder whether this erotic song is bawdy, I wonder what led the learned editors to the conclusion that the female was an Aborigine. The white women at that time didn’t wash? Only Aboriginal girls were promiscuous? No white girls were born in Australia? And “the innocent woman”? She was the instigator! And, after all, she achieved what many modern feminists today strive for – a baby without a father.

 Shame on you, PC editors!


About Paul Jacko

Jacko was born in Czechoslovakia not long before the communist putsch in February 1948. He studied industrial chemistry there and left in 1969 for Australia, where he became a lawyer and established his own practice. He has now retired and beside hunting, fishing, camping, prospecting and playing golf he amuses himself by writing.
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3 Responses to Maids of Australia

  1. Down Over says:

    I just booked a ticket. Ask her to wait, please.

  2. Glimmer of Hope says:

    These PC bastards have to spoil everything in order to push their propaganda. They do not realise how pathetic they are.

  3. Tottle Too says:

    Trust the ABC to support every ‘progressive’ fad! Time to get rid of them.

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