The Matchmaker from Corryong
Posted: Sat Jan 11, 2014 6:44 pm
INTRODUCING Amalijah Thompson 
Amalijah recently shared this poem with me. I thought it would be enjoyed so here it is...... heather
The Matchmaker from Corryong
(A true story, slightly exaggerated)
©1980 Amalijah Thompson
The Matchmaker from Corryong
Was known from the Snowies to the Dandenong’s,
For his forthright speech and glinting stare,
And the fact that he never ever combed his hair
Well I happened to be staying near Corryong.
I was searching for peace, but it all went wrong.
I relaxed at first in the gentle calm,
Of the mountain countries soothing balm,
Then the gurgling peace of the river psalms,
Changed to consternation and severe alarm,
For it came to be known that I was not wed,
And the Matchmaker came with a hurried tread.
He checked my age, my teeth and my hair,
Then threw up his arms in the deepest despair,
He headed for home with a worried frown,
To check his “books” and to scour the town
We were not prepared for what happened next.
I thought he’d been joking and in pretence.
But at dawn next day the assault began,
With the Boomer from Tooma and Doddering Dan
Well, the Matchmaker chuckled, The dogs went hoarse.
The Aunt went bananas, which was par for the course.
Being the gooseberry was fine in its way,
Ah, but having to do it, day after day, after day, after day…………….
There were bachelors here and bachelors there.
They rolled up from Geehi and everywhere.
Massive Malcolm and Jostling Jack,
Vied with Smithers and Dithers and Mumbling Mack.
All were able to drink and swear
In that Aussie way that is fairly rare,
And Yurnga became a boggy morass,
By the time we stopped the seething mass.
Well, I’ve never been back to Corryong,
The Matchmaker now is a legend in song,
And Turbulent Tom and I are sweet,
With sixteen kids around our feet.
Well, the Matchmaker from Corryong,
Was known from the Snowies to the Dandenong’s,
For his forthright speech and glinting stare,
And the fact that he never, ever combed his hair.
Amalijah recently shared this poem with me. I thought it would be enjoyed so here it is...... heatherThe Matchmaker from Corryong
(A true story, slightly exaggerated)
©1980 Amalijah Thompson
The Matchmaker from Corryong
Was known from the Snowies to the Dandenong’s,
For his forthright speech and glinting stare,
And the fact that he never ever combed his hair
Well I happened to be staying near Corryong.
I was searching for peace, but it all went wrong.
I relaxed at first in the gentle calm,
Of the mountain countries soothing balm,
Then the gurgling peace of the river psalms,
Changed to consternation and severe alarm,
For it came to be known that I was not wed,
And the Matchmaker came with a hurried tread.
He checked my age, my teeth and my hair,
Then threw up his arms in the deepest despair,
He headed for home with a worried frown,
To check his “books” and to scour the town
We were not prepared for what happened next.
I thought he’d been joking and in pretence.
But at dawn next day the assault began,
With the Boomer from Tooma and Doddering Dan
Well, the Matchmaker chuckled, The dogs went hoarse.
The Aunt went bananas, which was par for the course.
Being the gooseberry was fine in its way,
Ah, but having to do it, day after day, after day, after day…………….
There were bachelors here and bachelors there.
They rolled up from Geehi and everywhere.
Massive Malcolm and Jostling Jack,
Vied with Smithers and Dithers and Mumbling Mack.
All were able to drink and swear
In that Aussie way that is fairly rare,
And Yurnga became a boggy morass,
By the time we stopped the seething mass.
Well, I’ve never been back to Corryong,
The Matchmaker now is a legend in song,
And Turbulent Tom and I are sweet,
With sixteen kids around our feet.
Well, the Matchmaker from Corryong,
Was known from the Snowies to the Dandenong’s,
For his forthright speech and glinting stare,
And the fact that he never, ever combed his hair.
