NEW  ZEALAND
FO LK * SONG

Down on my Luck
A.R.D. Fairburn 1947

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The stock market crash of 1929 led to the great depression of 1931, putting 50,000 New Zealand men out of a job.

Wandering above a sea of glass
   in the soft April weather,
Wandering through the yellow grass
   where the sheep stand and blether.

Roaming the cliffs in the morning light,
   hearing the gulls that cry there,
Not knowing where I'll sleep tonight,
   not much caring, either.

I haven't got a stiver
   the tractor's pinched m' job,
I owe the bar a fiver
   and the barman fifteen bob;

The good times are all over,
   the monkey-man has foreclosed,
M' woman's gone with the drover,
   not being what I supposed.

Roaming the cliffs in the morning light,
   hearing the gulls that cry there,
Not knowing where I'll sleep tonight,
   not much caring, either.

I used to get things spinning,
   I used t' dress like a lord,
Mostly I came out winning,
   but all that's gone by the board.


M' pants have lost their creases,
   I've fallen down on my luck,
The world has dropped to pieces
   everything's come unstuck.

Roaming the cliffs in the morning light,
   hearing the gulls that cry there,
Not knowing where I'll sleep tonight,
   not much caring either.

Wandering above a sea of glass
   in the soft April weather,
Wandering through the yellow grass
   close to the end of my tether.

Soft April weather

April in New Zealand is early autumn, with the weather still warm, food plentiful and some seasonal farm jobs available. But winter is close at hand. For this unemployed man, his options were running out. Over winter he would have to face the humility of getting hand-out meals from a soup kitchen and sleeping rough.

Stiver, fiver, fifteen bob

"I havent got a stiver" "I haven't even got ten cents." A stiver was an insignificant amount of money. A fiver was five Pounds, about a week's wages in 1930. One Pound was equal to 20 shillings, and "fifteen bob" was 15 shillings, about six hours wages.

The tractor's pinched m' job

There were only a few industrial jobs in NZ in the early 20th century. Most men worked on farms. But farms were becoming mechanized. Farmers had prevoiusly employed many men to guide the horses that ploughed the land for crops. One tractor driver could plough as much land as several horse ploughmen. Similarly shearing machines and milking machines reduced the number of workers needed for those labour-intensive occupations.

In the 1890s it took 20 to 25 hours of labour to produce 50 bushels of wheat (1.4 tonnes) on one hectare, using horses, plough, seeder, harrow, binder, thresher, and wagons. By 1930, it took only 7 to 10 man-hours to produce the same amount of wheat using a tractor, plow, discs, harrow, combine and trucks.


The monkey-man has foreclosed

A home or small business can be financed with a mortgage loan from a bank or a loan company. But a loan is like a monkey on your back; it's easy to get it there, but difficult to get rid of. If you can't pay the loan, the monkey-man reposses your house.

When British soldiers were in India in the 19th century, the 500 Rupee banknote had a picture of monkeys on it. So when they returned to England, they called 500 Pounds "a monkey." And a mortgage loan for a house was typically about 500 Pounds.

M'uh woman's run off with the drover.

Today sheep are taken to the freezing works in crates on 40-ton trucks. But even as late as 1950, drovers guided flocks of sheep along the back country roads to the nearest railway station. The sheep walked slowly, perhaps 15 km a day, grazing on the roadside as they went. This is why roadways were 20 metres wide, with wide grass strips beside the gravelled highway. (The roadway north of Feilding is 40 metres wide. They brought big flocks of sheep down that road.) There were public holding paddocks every 15 km or so. They were usually overgrazed and full of dog-daisy. Our local drover at Mangamahu had a horse-drawn, rubber-tyred gig and several dogs, but some drovers rode on horseback, with their gear on a packhorse.


Down on My Luck, on record

1967, Fernfire Singers  Sweat in the Sun, Mate! LP
1980, Graham Wilson, Paydirt, LP
1993, Rudy Sunde, Songs of New Zealand, CD
2009, Brent Morrissey, Echoes in a Trackless Land, CD

This song has also been part of Dave Hart's repertoire for several decades.

Walking on My Feet

hitched up my bundle
went down the street
long way to go
walking on my feet

went past Charley's
didn't turn in
broke to the wide
had a good spin

toting my gunny
hit the south road
long way to go
got a heavy load

tired already
walking on my feet
dust in my mouth
and damn this heat

bloke just passed
had a spare seat
left me behind
walking on my feet
all my life
always on the go
keep on doing
the old heel and toe

put one in front
then put the other
same old way
I learn
t from my mother

blister on my heel
don't know when I'll eat
same old business
walking on my feet

I know where I'm going
walking on my feet
reckon when I get there
I'll be dead beat

won't get a woman
won't find gold
pockets will be empty
bed will be cold

never will be worried
never want a snack
don't worry lady
I won't be back

I know where I'm going
where I'll lie down
nice quiet place
long way from town

long way to go
I'll sleep all alone
fingers round the earth
earth round the bone

living rent free
on easy street
never any more
go walking on my feet







Rex (A.R.D.) Fairburn, 1904 -1957

Composer of the lyrics of Down On My Luck (above) and Walking On My Feet (below), Rex Fairburn was a major New Zealand poet of the 1920s - 50s. He was a fourth-generation New Zealander: his great-grandfather being a missionary, his grandfather an eccentric critic of society and his father an Auckland businessman.

Rex attended Auckland Grammar 1918 - 20, leaving it without academic qualifications. He then worked as an insurance clerk for six years. He was unemployed from 1926 until 1930, but did some freelance writing, winning a poetry prize in 1929. In 1930 he went to England. It was a time of intellectual searching as he formulated his personal philosophy there; a mixture of Douglas Social Credit, vitalism, and back-to-nature organic farming.

In 1932 he returned to New Zealand with a wife and child but he was unable to find paid employment, and for three years he experienced at first hand the relief gang work he depicted in later poems. He began publishing poems and articles in the late 1930s, and also worked with the Farmers' Union, a Social Credit organisation, helping to edit its journal, Farming First. He served in the army 1942 - 43, and then was manpowered into work with radio station 1ZB as a scriptwriter.

In 1948 he became a tutor in the Department of English at Auckland University College, and in 1950 lecturer in the history of fine arts at the University's Elam School of Art. He was also active as an editor in these years. His career was cut short by his death from cancer in 1957.

Ballads of his such as Walking on My Feet and Down on My Luck were among his most successful works, with the anonymous speakers taking on a role like that of Harry in Glover's Sings Harry poems. Fairburn's easy command of rhythm and prosodic effects, his image-making ability, and his control of a middle range of diction, neither vernacular nor consciously poetic, result in poems with great emotional resonance, lucid, direct and deceptively simple.

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Published on folksong.org.nz Oct 2009, revised March 2021