A “dag” is – as Wikipedia so tenderly points out…”wool on a sheep’s rear contaminated with mud and fæcal matter”
And I always thought it was the shitty bits of wool around a sheep’s bum……
Live and learn.
When dry, they click together when the sheep runs, hence the expression “Rattle yer dags” – Tell the rest of the family to get a move on.
A “dag” is also a character.
As in “He put a mouse in his girlfriend’s handbag. He’s a bit of a dag, that bloke”
Fred Dagg is the character created by satirist John Clarke – the prototypical black-singletted, gum-booted New Zealand dairy farmer. His monologues – and folk songs – are firmly entrenched in New Zealand urban culture.
“We don’t no how lucky we are” – in its original version – has been expunged from the catalog by the PC police.
I think it was the penultimate verse that did it…..
A reviewer noted: “This song doesn’t have much of a tune to it, and since it is generally sung when everybody is drunk, the tune doesn’t really matter”
I was speaking to a mate of mine
just the other day
A guy called Bruce Bayliss actually
who lives up our way
He’s been living in Europe
for the year, more or less
I said “How was Europe, Bruce?”
He says “Fred, it’s a mess”
We don't know how lucky we are, mate
We don't know how lucky we are,
I was down
the Plough and Chequebook,
the night before last
There's a guy down there on the floor
with his brain at half-mast
I said "You're looking really bad mate
your eyes look like strings"
He says "Get me an eight will you please Fred
I can't see a thing"
Me stock agent’s got a beach place
where he spends most of his days
His wife bit the dust down there last year
got eaten by a couple of crays
And his two littlest daughters
got killed by a whale
I said “Are you going down there this year mate?”
He says “Fred, right on the nail”
Me father-in-law’s been feeling
pretty pleased with himself:
He’s been living in Greece
for the good of his health.
I said, “How was the climate?
And how was your year?”
He says, “The climate’s too hot,
you can’t get a beer,
The sheilas look like blokes, and of course
the blokes are all queer,
and if you want a really good time,
you might as well live here.”
So if things are looking really bad
you’re thinking of givin’ it away
Remember New Zealand’s a cracker
and I reckon come what may
If things get appallingly bad
and we all get atrociously poor
If we stand in the queue with our hats on
we can borrow a few million more.