[Editor: This is an excerpt from “The Children’s Pages” section of The Queenslander (Brisbane, Qld.), 1 September 1932. The song is about the famous cricketer, Don Bradman; some music videos of the song are also available.]
“Don Bradman.”
A reader of “The Queenslander” has our thanks for these words. “Silver Waves” asked for them:
Who is it that all Australia raves about ?
Who has won our very highest praise ?
Now it isn’t Amy Johnson or little Mickey Mouse ?
No! It’s just a country lad who’s bringing down the house.
And he’s
Chorus:
Our Don Bradman,
And I ask you is he any good ?
Our Don Bradman,
As a batsman he can sure lay on the wood:
For when he goes in to bat
He knocks ev’ry record flat,
For there isn’t anything he cannot do,
Our Don Bradman,
Every Aussie “dips his lid” to you.
Woodfull, Grimmet, Ponsford, Kippax, and the rest
Proved that they were equal to the best;
Now gallantly and nobly we know they’ve done their share,
But there’s one who tops them — a real devil-may-care,
And he’s
Our Don Bradman.
Now I ask you is he any good ?
Our Don Bradman,
As a batsman he is certainly “plum pud.”
Tate and Larwood meet their fate,
For it’s always “shut the gate”
When the boy from Bowral bits four after four.
Our Don Bradman
Always manages to top the score.
How that Mr. Lion, poor fish, must sit and wish and wish
That our Don had never come across the foam,
Our Don Bradman,
What a welcome waits for you back home,
Tho’ those cricketers, now gone — Trumper, Spofforth, and so on,
Wrote their name for ever in the hall of fame,
Our Don Bradman
Is the greatest ever played the game.
Source:
The Queenslander (Brisbane, Qld.), 1 September 1932, p. 42
Editor’s notes:
This song is available on YouTube (there are some minor differences in the recording of the song, as compared to the text above).
See: Our Don Bradman [song, written by Jack O’Hagan, 1930]
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