We're a bunch of damned whores and we never wear drawers,
And they say we're the cause of dissension,
But none of your fuss, before you judge us -
There's a few things that we'd like to mention.
[Cockney]
Me name's Molly Brown and the beak sent me down,
For nickin' a gentleman's watch in the Strand.
So I'm sailin' away, from Southampton today -
Transported for life to Van Diemen's Land.
So if I'm one of them 'ores and I never wear drawers,
It's simply that I can't afford 'em,
But it seems plain to me that the English gent'ry-
Is the baskets what causes the 'oredom.
We're a bunch of damned whores and we never wear drawers,
And they say we're the cause of dissension,
But none of your fuss, before you judge us -
There's a few things that we'd like to mention.
[Scots]
I'm Morag MacDonald, born in the Gorbals
And raised in the brothels since I was aged twelve (ten)
And now I'm transported, for life, for me sins
- And they've handed me over to the Government men.
I wonder how just it all is for I must now
Submit to the evils of this cruel lot.
They'll flog us and rape us and tell us we're evil,
But they are the sinners - we're not!
We're a bunch of damned whores and we never wear drawers,
And they say we're the cause of dissension,
But none of your fuss, before you judge us -
There's a few things that we'd like to mention.
[Irish]
I'm Bridget O'Rourke and I'm from County Cork -
I'm a prisoner for life, just for stealing a sheep,
To feed me old parents, who were squealing with hunger
Oh! Jaysus, these old times are so hard I could weep
For I'm here in the Factory - out at Parramatta
And I'm sold to the soldiers and guards,
By a dirty old harlot, who takes all the money
And spends it on liquor and cards.
We're a bunch of damned whores and we never wear drawers,
And they say we're the cause of dissension,
But none of your fuss, before you judge us -
There's a few things that we'd like to mention.
[Welsh]
My name's Megan Rhys I got nabbed by the p'lice,
In the back streets of Cardiff for pinching a dress.
I'm only eighteen and I've been treated mean
My life's been a story of unhappiness.
Drummed out of my Parish for having a child,
Whose father was killed in the war -
I was driven to vice - so, to be precise,
It's your system that made me a whore
We're a bunch of damned whores and we never wear drawers,
And they say we're the cause of dissension,
But none of your fuss, before you judge us -
There's a few things that we'd like to mention.
[All]
So lift up your skirts, girls, and show your bare bums
And slap on your buttocks, me whorey old chums.
Let's show 'em we know 'em for just what they are:
They're the world's greatest baskets by far!
We're a bunch of damned whores and we never wear drawers,
And they say we're the cause of dissension,
But none of your fuss, before you judge us -
There's a few things that we'd like to mention.
We're a bunch of damned whores and we never wear drawers,
And they say we're the cause of dissension,
But none of your fuss, before you judge us…
… There's a few things that we'd like to mention.
And they say we're the cause of dissension,
But none of your fuss, before you judge us -
There's a few things that we'd like to mention.
[Cockney]
Me name's Molly Brown and the beak sent me down,
For nickin' a gentleman's watch in the Strand.
So I'm sailin' away, from Southampton today -
Transported for life to Van Diemen's Land.
So if I'm one of them 'ores and I never wear drawers,
It's simply that I can't afford 'em,
But it seems plain to me that the English gent'ry-
Is the baskets what causes the 'oredom.
We're a bunch of damned whores and we never wear drawers,
And they say we're the cause of dissension,
But none of your fuss, before you judge us -
There's a few things that we'd like to mention.
[Scots]
I'm Morag MacDonald, born in the Gorbals
And raised in the brothels since I was aged twelve (ten)
And now I'm transported, for life, for me sins
- And they've handed me over to the Government men.
I wonder how just it all is for I must now
Submit to the evils of this cruel lot.
They'll flog us and rape us and tell us we're evil,
But they are the sinners - we're not!
We're a bunch of damned whores and we never wear drawers,
And they say we're the cause of dissension,
But none of your fuss, before you judge us -
There's a few things that we'd like to mention.
[Irish]
I'm Bridget O'Rourke and I'm from County Cork -
I'm a prisoner for life, just for stealing a sheep,
To feed me old parents, who were squealing with hunger
Oh! Jaysus, these old times are so hard I could weep
For I'm here in the Factory - out at Parramatta
And I'm sold to the soldiers and guards,
By a dirty old harlot, who takes all the money
And spends it on liquor and cards.
We're a bunch of damned whores and we never wear drawers,
And they say we're the cause of dissension,
But none of your fuss, before you judge us -
There's a few things that we'd like to mention.
[Welsh]
My name's Megan Rhys I got nabbed by the p'lice,
In the back streets of Cardiff for pinching a dress.
I'm only eighteen and I've been treated mean
My life's been a story of unhappiness.
Drummed out of my Parish for having a child,
Whose father was killed in the war -
I was driven to vice - so, to be precise,
It's your system that made me a whore
We're a bunch of damned whores and we never wear drawers,
And they say we're the cause of dissension,
But none of your fuss, before you judge us -
There's a few things that we'd like to mention.
[All]
So lift up your skirts, girls, and show your bare bums
And slap on your buttocks, me whorey old chums.
Let's show 'em we know 'em for just what they are:
They're the world's greatest baskets by far!
We're a bunch of damned whores and we never wear drawers,
And they say we're the cause of dissension,
But none of your fuss, before you judge us -
There's a few things that we'd like to mention.
We're a bunch of damned whores and we never wear drawers,
And they say we're the cause of dissension,
But none of your fuss, before you judge us…
… There's a few things that we'd like to mention.
envoyé par Bernart - 22/7/2013 - 15:20
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Parole e musica di Ted Egan
Nel disco “The Drover's Boy - A Celebration of Australian Women” pubblicato nel 2002
Interpretata da Nerys Evans, Margret Roadknight, Geraldine Doyle e Margot Moir.
Testo trovato su Mudcat Café.
Una canzone sull’ipocrisia del Potere inglese, tanto secolare quanto religioso, rispetto alle donne delle classi popolari finite in galera per furto o meretricio (ossia per sopravvivenza) e poi spedite nelle colonie penali e nelle fattorie prigione in Australia… “Un mucchio di maledette puttane…”
Una canzone che per tema mi ha subito riportato alla mente la bellissima Katie Cruel interpretata da Karen Dalton.