Les Darcy from ToiL by Steve Blaque
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| 9. | Les Darcy | 6:10 |
Lyrics
Les Darcy
He was a blacksmith's striker
a stocky man not too tall
Was he our greatest ever fighter
or did he lose to shirk the war.
From the back blocks of Maitland
in the nature of those bare knuckle days
he became a majorl drawcard
a national figure fighting for pay.
but a nation at war
had no time for such a sport
with distressed mothers sobbing tears
for their sons
they cried
cowardice and rort
cowardice and rort
some say white feathers
forced Les Darcy out
sadly but a common stowaway
was the national champion of stoush
These were times of misfortune
men of scurrilous corruption and graft
Les Darcy a long way from Maitland
In America enacting a farce
Forced to fight in vaudeville
some say he was taken for a ride
and on a training run in Memphis
deeply ill he collapsed and then he died.
Steve BLaque







