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SOURCE:Written for WILL WHITBURN by LANCE LENTON SITE SOURCE: SYDNEY FOLKLORE - SECTION 3: Sport I'M ONE Of THE SOUTH MELBOURNEI'm what they calls a leary lad,Some say my " charakter's" bad; On futball I am fair dead gone, At the game think I'm a don. 'Tween you and me, though, on my soul, I never yet have kicked a goal; When t'other team begins rough play I sneaks out of the way, CHORUS. "Make a mark!" what a lark, The " barrackers" shout, "Forward play, hip hooray, Blue me! what yer 'bout ? Go in, South; shut yer mouth Or I'll stoush you !" But I'm one of the South Melbourne. I like to "gas" in public bars And give my rivals "jars;" A drink I never will refuse When "mugs" will stand me booze; My colours, too, I like to flash, With a 'chippy' do a, mash, And tell her I have won a prize At futball—which is lies. Make a mark, etc. Of course I've had my photo took, And quite "ribuck" I look, In this 'ere attitude I stands,. With a futball in my 'ands. The coloured ones costs me a bit, To the bloke I says now " Nit;" He sticks me in his window though, So, of course, I gets a show.
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