Lyrics Ah, Forget It - Slim Dusty, Роберт Шуман

Ah, Forget It

I recollect his joining, I liked him from the first,
His smile was everlasting, unquenchable his thirst,
Oh, I ventured once to ask him, what made him take to booze
He muttered «Ah, forget it, I drink because I choose.»
It wasn’t quite an answer, he saw that I’d was hurt,
And hastened to repair things but «ah forget» it first,
«I didn’t mean to snub you», then shook me by the hand,
«A woman, but forget it.»
I said, «I understand.»
Then he shouted me a whiskey, and paid for two or three,
And grumbled «Ah, forget it», when I said, «This one’s on me.»
His heart was like old Phar Laps, as big and just as great,
And many a needy cobber, a helping hand he gave.
When came the day for sailing, to foreign parts unknown,
We all had friends to cheer us, but he was there alone.
Until the grey haired lady, a mothers eyes alight,
Said, «Son, I’ll keep on praying, for you both day and night.»
With «Ah, forget it, mother, those things will be OK»
We stumbled up the gangplank, and so we sailed away.
Well soon the old battalion was fighting in the line,
And you know no finer hero than this old friend of mine,
One night out in the jungle when we had made a break,
I learned just why the digger is the bravest thing God made,
Wounded in the shell hole and wallowing in mire,
The battle stormed around me, with crackling rifle fire
Machine guns loudly stuttered and swept the shell hole rim,
When someone dropped beside me, oh, I knew that it was him.
And his cheery voice was saying, «Buck up, this wars a cow,
But ah, forget it cobber, for I’ll get ya back somehow.»
Despite that mad infernal, he safely brought me through
But not before the other side had badly got him too.
In choking words I thanked him, though dying he would gain,
He said, «Ah gee, forget it, ah, you would have done the same.»
His rugged face was greying, I knew it was the end,
I better man than I am, had died to save his friend.
And when he comes to judgment, Oh, I know just what he’ll say,
«Dear God I am unfitted to tread the holy way.
«I've gone my way unheeding, just lived a life of sin.»
But God the Just will answer, «Forget it, Son, Come in.»