Intro 
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[Verso 1]

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It was the man from Ironbark who struck the Sydney town, 
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He wandered over street and park, he wandered up and down. 
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He loitered here he loitered there, till he was like to drop, 
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Until at last in sheer despair he sought a barber's shop. 
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"'Ere! shave my beard and whiskers off, I'll be a man of mark, 
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I'll go and do the Sydney toff up home in Ironbark." 


[Verso 2]

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The barber man was small and flash, as barbers mostly are, 
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He wore a strike-your-fancy sash he smoked a huge cigar; 
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He was a humorist of note and keen at repartee, 
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He laid the odds and kept a "tote", whatever that may be, 
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And when he saw our friend arrive, he whispered, "Here's a lark! 
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Just watch me catch him all alive, this man from Ironbark." 

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[Verso 3]

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There were some gilded youths that sat along the barber's wall. 
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Their eyes were dull, their heads were flat, they had no brains at all; 
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To them the barber passed the wink his dexter eyelid shut, 
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"I'll make this bloomin' yokel think his bloomin' throat is cut." 
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And as he soaped and rubbed it in he made a rude remark: 
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"I s'pose the flats is pretty green up there in Ironbark." 

 
[Verso 4]

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A grunt was all reply he got; he shaved the bushman's chin, 
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Then made the water boiling hot and dipped the razor in. 
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He raised his hand, his brow grew black, he paused awhile to gloat, 
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Then slashed the red-hot razor-back across his victim's throat; 
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Upon the newly-shaven skin it made a livid mark 
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No doubt, it fairly took him in — the man from Ironbark. 

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[Verso 5]

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He fetched a wild up-country yell might wake the dead to hear, 
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And though his throat, he knew full well, was cut from ear to ear, 
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He struggled gamely to his feet, and faced the murd'rous foe: 
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"You've done for me! you dog, I'm beat! One hit before I go! 
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I only wish I had a knife, you blessed murdering shark! 
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But you'll remember all your life the man from Ironbark." 


[Verso 6]

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He lifted up his hairy paw, with one tremendous clout 
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He landed on the barber's jaw, and knocked the barber out. 
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He set to work with nail and tooth, he made the place a wreck; 
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He grabbed the nearest gilded youth, and tried to break his neck. 
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And all the while his throat he held to save his vital spark, 
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And "Murder! Bloody murder!" yelled the man from Ironbark. 

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[Verso 7]

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A peeler man who heard the din came in to see the show; 
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He tried to run the bushman in, but he refused to go. 
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And when at last the barber spoke, and said "'Twas all in fun' 
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T’was just a little harmless joke, a trifle overdone." 
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"A joke!" he cried, "By George, that's fine; a lively sort of lark; 
     D                                       A            D 
I'd like to catch that murdering swine some night in Ironbark." 


[Verso 8]

     D                                                         A 
And now while round the shearing floor the list'ning shearers gape, 
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He tells the story o'er and o'er, and brags of his escape. 
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"Them barber chaps what keeps a tote, By Hell, I've had enough, 
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One tried to cut my bloomin' throat, but thank the Lord it's tough." 
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And whether he's believed or no, there's one thing to remark, 
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That flowing beards are all the go way up in Ironbark. 
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That flowing beards are all the go way up in Ironbark.