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The Ballad of Faylene Anderson
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Australian Bush Ballad Gospel
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Australian Bush Poet and Balladeer
The particular style of music I enjoy playing is The Australian Bush Ballad pick and strum style championed by Slim Dusty and Stan Coster. The ballad style of lyrics shares the culture and the characters of my country. I am a member of the Australian Bush Balladeers. http://bushballadeers.com.au/bushpoet.htm I am also a bush Poet and a member of The Australian Bush Poets Association who define bush poetry as rhyming verse with regular metre and true rhyme about Australia, its people, places, things and way of life. http://www.abpa.org.au/
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Genre
Country • Traditional Country
Charts
Peak #333
Peak in subgenre #59
Author
Merv Webster
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Merv Webster
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March 13, 2008
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MP3 4.4 MB • 128 kbps • 4:47
Story behind the song
I visited the Old Wentworth Goal and in the women's cell there was a dummy of a Salvation Army lass who was imprisoned because she sang on the streets. We've come a long way since then.
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THE BALLAD OF FAYLENE ANDERSEN In one corner of a women’s cell in Wentworth’s squalid jail stands a frightened Faylene Andersen so pale and rather frail. She weeps tears amid the prayer she says and cannot understand why one singing Christian praises on a corner could be banned. She was sentenced to a prison term of eight days by the judge and despite her lawyers pleadings the old codger wouldn’t budge. The Salvation Army uniform revealed the young girl’s creed and her singing in the streets was deemed a blatant, lawless deed. How the sight of that girl touched me as she stood there in that cell and the slim and prayerful figure was so frightened I could tell. Oh Faylene it seems unjust my dear that you should bear the shame for the act of singing publicly and praising the Lord’s name. It would seem that other leaders of the Christian faiths ‘round town had seen fit to seek an ordinance that all good folk should frown on displays of public preaching and accept their righteous view, but I sense your faith just showed them up for what they couldn’t do. You would suffer for their jealousy and face indignity and you served not just one sentence, as I think they totalled three. Still I sensed your Master warned you of the trials that you might face and you carried your own torture stake with elegance and grace. How the sight of that girl touched me as she stood there in that cell and the slim and prayerful figure was so frightened I could tell. Oh Faylene it seems unjust my dear that you should bear the shame for the act of singing publicly and praising the Lord’s name. © Bush Poet and Ballad Writer -Merv Webster
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