november 1999 
Why the song "Old Slovenia"? 
By Australian Irishman, the composer and song writer Ulick O'Boyle
Avstralski Irec Ulick O’ Boyle 
iz skupine The Settlers 
napisal pesem o Slovencih in Sloveniji že leta 1990
 
 
 
 
 Jindabayne, Canberra /Glas Slovenije/ - Ulick O Boyle je veteran Snowyja, ki je v preteklih letih napisal veliko pesmi o možeh Snowyja. Pred kratkim je izšla CD skupine The Settlers Songs of the Snowy Mountains. Za nas Slovence je zanimivo to, da so Ulick in njegovi The Settlers izdali kaseto Snowy Rambler s pesmijo Old Slovenia že oktobra leta 1990, ko Slovenija še ni bila samostojna država. Zanimivo je tudi to, da tega nihče od Slovencev ni odkril dolgih devet let. Ulicka je in njegov ansambel je srečal na pikniku v Jindabaynu Florjan Auser 17. oktobra letos in s kamero posnel  pesem Old Slovenia, ki jo je ansambel tam zapel. Florjan je pesem uvrstil v zgodovinsko oddajo o 50-letnici Snowyja na TV 31 Sydney v ponedeljek, 1. novembra, na melbournški slovenski oddaji TV 31 pa bo na sporedu 9. novembra. 

Why the song "Old Slovenia"
 

The origins of this song go back to 1962, when I was working as a first aid officer up in Bogong Creek on the Khancoban side of the Snowy Mountains. A fitter and turner came into my little post to have his injured hand checked. He had been of work for eight weeks and was the returning to work. His name was Emil Antoncic, and we became good friends and have been so ever since. I will always remember the time my old bomb of a car broke down just when I neded it to visit my family thirty miles away. I had only known Emil a week or two, but without hesitation when I told him my problem, he declared "No problem! - Here are the keys to my volkswagen!" You have to like someone like that! 
 During the quiet times at work he told me of his origins. He came from Slovensko Primorje and he told me a lot of his country. We have stayed in touch all through the years and Emil recently drove all the many miles from Blackwater in Queensland to join in the Snowy 50th Anniversary Celebrations. 
 Some years ago another Snowy friend was the president of the Slovenian club at Canberra. His name was Roman Bicak. He also told me a lot about the places and history of his country. Sadly he died a few years ago. He is missed. 
 One day I was plucking at my guitar and thinking of Emil and Roman, and then I remember Eddie Svent, Roman Iskra and Emil Lican...fellows I'd known up in those cold hills so long ago - and they were all Slovenians! 
And so, somehow, the words came into my mind... and the melody for the verses was born. The music which I used for the chorus of the song comes from an old Polish folk song of the 18th century... 
And so, by a process of cross fertilisation, this song came into being....... 
Regars Ulick O'Boyle 



Old Slovenia 

I see it all today 
tho' it's ten thousand miles away: 
a castle by the caves of old Postojna, 
as I work the Snowy Scheme 
in my mind as in a dream 
rise Triglav and  
the mountains of Slovenia. 

I chose to leave my home 
to Australia to roam 
and seek my fortune in the  
Snowy Mountains. 
I was a miner number one, 
on the drill I was 'THE GUN', 
as my tungsten tore  
the granite out in fountains. 

Where the land is sown  
with churches, 
that's where I long to be. 
Where Pegam and Lamberger 
wrote shining poetry. 
Where freedom's light is brightest 
in the mountains of Carinthia, 
some day I will return 
for in my heart I yearn 
for my Slovenia. 

Far beneath the Geehi wall 
of ice and snow so tall 
is the tunnel I must enter  
in the morning. 
Oh, a Sunday goes too fast 
for dreaming of the past  
and the Manhaul blows it's horn 
without much warning. 

A bed a locker and a broom 
in my Snowy Mountain room 
on Sunday with a flagon full of vino. 
But I miss the wine 'sezana', 
red 'teran' nad good 'vipava'. 
Yes, Slovenia is where I long to be now. 

Again lake Bled I see 
with it's ancient monastry, 
lake Bohinj and Jesenice 
those places from the past 
for me for ever last 
Podsreda, stari Rajhenburg  
and Brestanica. 

Well the wine is almost gone, 
for the time is moving on,  
the winter sun is out 
of sight around me 
and I'am feeling kind of sad 
kind of blue for what I had 
and left, to find  
whatever else has found me... 

... Some day I will return 
for in my heart I yearn 
for my SLOVENIA... 

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