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Life & Events > We Call Them Dunnies
 

We Call Them Dunnies

They were funny looking buildings, that were once a way of life,
If you couldn’t sprint the distance, then you really were in strife.
They were nailed, they were wired, but were mostly falling down,
There was one in every yard, in every house, in every town.

They were given many names, some were even funny,
But to most of us, we knew them as the outhouse or the dunny.
I’ve seen some of them all gussied up, with painted doors and all,
But it really made no difference, they were just a port of call.

Now my old man would take a bet, he’d lay an even pound,
That you wouldn’t make the dunny with them turkeys hangin’ round.
They had so many uses, these buildings out the back,
You could even hide from mother, so you wouldn’t get the strap.

That’s why we had good cricketers, or my name isn’t Crump,
We used the pathway for the wicket and the dunny door for stumps.
Now my old man would sit for hours, the smell would rot your socks,
He read the daily back to front in that good old thunderbox.

And if by chance that nature called sometime through the night,
You always sent the dog in first, for there was no flamin’ light.
And the dunny seemed to be the place where crawlies liked to hide,
But never ever showed themselves until you sat inside.

There was no such thing as Sorbent, no tissues there at all,
Just squares of well read newspaper, a hangin’ on the wall.
If you had some friendly neighbours, as neighbours sometimes are,
You could sit and chat to them, if you left the door ajar.

When suddenly you got the urge, and down the track you fled,
Then of course the magpies were there to pick you on your head.
Then the time there was a wet, the rain it never stopped,
If you had an urgent call, you ran between the drops.

The dunny man came twice a week, to these buildings out the back,
And he would leave an extra can, if you left for him a zac.
For those of you who’ve no idea what I mean by a zac,
Then your too young to have ever had, a dunny out the back.

For it seems today they call them the bathroom, or the loo,
If you’ve never had one out the back, then I feel sorry for you.
For it used to be a way of life, top race along the track,
To answer natures call, at these buildings out the back.

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A zac was sixpence equel to 5 cents



posted on Jan 9, 2013 10:40 PM ()

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comment by kristilyn3 on Jan 20, 2013 7:40 AM ()
along with you
reply by kevinshere on Jan 20, 2013 2:59 PM ()
Why do Australians have the coolest names for things?
Funny pictures - the second to last one is my favorite.
comment by jaydensblog on Jan 15, 2013 8:05 PM ()
reckon some of american are great too
reply by kevinshere on Jan 16, 2013 10:54 PM ()
I grew up sans plumbing. My mother always hid in the dunny to smoke so
it reeked of cigarettes as well as other things.
comment by elderjane on Jan 11, 2013 5:40 PM ()
Just like my mum
reply by kevinshere on Jan 11, 2013 10:12 PM ()
another city boy
comment by kevinshere on Jan 11, 2013 1:26 AM ()
We've still got one at our mountain cabin, use it for storage, but we could remove the garden tools, and it'd work as good as ever.
comment by troutbend on Jan 10, 2013 7:37 PM ()
start something different you already have the dunny ---here they hold dunny races in the outback ---put the dunny on trailer with can and with others they have a race around the oval and there are prizes and blue ribbon
reply by kevinshere on Jan 11, 2013 1:19 AM ()
Enjoyed this poetic description, Kevin! The last dinny I had to use was years ago at a summer camp overnight sleep out. Glad to go home to indoor plumbing!
comment by marta on Jan 10, 2013 5:23 PM ()
the poetry was very apt ,, so --you know all about the shiela's and blokes
reply by kevinshere on Jan 11, 2013 1:21 AM ()
When I was 13 my sister and I were sent to England to stay with our grandmother; no fridge, no bathroom. I hated using the outhouse but even more, I hated having to use the jerry pot under the bed. Our rule was whoever used it had to dump it in the morning.
comment by nittineedles on Jan 10, 2013 2:59 PM ()
bet you were bloated in the morning when you just had to go
reply by kevinshere on Jan 11, 2013 1:22 AM ()
There was a "three-seater" on the property where my ole lady grew up in western NY. But it was no longer in use in her day. LO And she thinks the seat is cold here in the morning!
comment by jjoohhnn on Jan 10, 2013 10:50 AM ()
Thank goodness i am a city boy , trip out bush was bad enough using the long drops---phewwwwwwwwwwwwww
reply by kevinshere on Jan 11, 2013 1:24 AM ()

As old as I am we never had one in the Bronx, New York--we were sophisticated!!!
comment by greatmartin on Jan 10, 2013 7:00 AM ()
another city boy
reply by kevinshere on Jan 11, 2013 10:13 PM ()

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