Rugby Song
Koos
A while ago there was a thread about rugby songs. Here is one that I
hope have not been posted before.
It was written and recorded by David Kramer from Cape Town.
It is a folk song that is actually a very sad song and the first one
that I know of that looks at rugby in a serious way - in the poetic
manner of folk music.
For the Afrikaans parts I have included English translations in
brackets.
It was written in the middel 80's when "politics" in sport was really
politics in SA, but today I suppose one can see it as the politics of
money where it appears in the song.
It is called Blokkies Joubert - the name of the old guy it goes about.
So, it is sort of the "Ballad of Blokkies Joubert".
The moustache on his lip is pencil thin
like the middel path through his hair
and allthough his friends
call him Blokkies
his wife would call him Joubert
"As Christina, Christina, " he thinks to himself
"you never could understand
what is feels like to dummy
and sidestep
with a leather ball in your hand."
Man it is hard to believe
this is Blokkies Joubert
A hooker in the Springbok scrum
'cause he is old and grey
and he sits in his char
in the slanting winter sun
But he made his name
with that wonderfull game
he played in 1931
He sits in the lounge of the old age home
just north of Beaufort West
and he watches a TV program
of the Springbok rugby tests
As the images flicker upon the screen
he can hear the manne (guys) call
They say: "Hak hom, Hak hom Blokkies! (Hook it Blokkies!)
Blokkies, hak daai bol!" (Blokkies! Hook that bal!)
Druk hulle...flou. (Push them til they drop!)
Lig julle kniee druk julle driee (Lift your knees, score your tries)
daar agter die doellyn nou! (Behind the try line now!)
As he sits there in the afternoon sun
his memories come and go
He can clearly recall Bennie Osler
and Boy and Fanie louw.
Yes, there they stand
with the rest of the team
in the photograph on the wall
and if you ask him, he'll show you
where they signed his rugby ball
Ja ons ouens was rof in die ou dae (Yes, we guys were rough in the old
days)
but we played a gentleman's game
now it's all been spoilt by politics
and it's never going to be the same
So he drifts back to the old days
and he hears the manne call
The say: "Hak hom Blokkies..... etc...."