The Boundary Riders

by RAchel DAwick

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  • Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album

    Released 19th September 2014 in celebration of Women's Vote Day in NZ (1893 in NZ). A four year project researching the lives of women in NZ in the 1800s and turning their stories into songs. The album of musical tracks is partnered by a book that has the show album including the musical tracks inside - includes the research behind the songs, images, lyrics of the show including the songs and tales on the road.

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THe Boundary Riders is a double album released on the date of the Women's Vote in NZ in 1893. The album follows the journey of six women from the 1800s in NZ - the goldminer, the prostitute, the magician, the washer woman, the missionary, the fraudster. The book that was especially made to go with the album includes the show album - not available to purchase without the book and not here included...please go to website for ordering www.racheldawick.com

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released September 19, 2014

All music written by Rachel Dawick except 'Farewell to the Gold' by Paul Metsers, 'Shady Grove' Trad and 'Old Russian Jack' by RDawick and JSanders.

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Track Name: The Storm
THE STORM

Hold on inside the storm will soon be passing through
You and I for six weeks now have travelled oh so far
Remember the life we lead and why we left it all behind
Our future this child of ours deserves a better life

Well I hope that this land of yours showers us with gold
And the promises that you made so fast delivers us to home
Hold on inside the storm…….

Ten weeks we’ve spent at sea and all we’ve seen are sickening men
This future this child of ours will never survive
Friends gone and family too how are we meant to last this long
Dear love tell me now when will the journey end?

Well I promise that I’ll take us there to the land that will make us free.
And build ourselves a life of dreams, that promise I will keep

Look to the east, See how it shines
Guiding our way, Green pastures will find

Hold on the storm will soon be passing through…..
Track Name: Washer Woman Blues
WASHER WOMAN BLUES

I’m laying out my dirty linen, bleachin’ it clean,
Trying to make a living keeping house and the weens,
I’ve got those Washer Woman Blues…..

My old man left me here on my own
With 14 kids and a great big loan
I’ve got those Washer Woman Blues, those Washer Woman Blues…

It’s been six months now since he left me here
Not a penny sent nor clue where he went
I’ve got those Washer Woman Blues…

As far as I know he’s dead and gone
Gotta find me another man to right his wrong
‘Cos a woman on her own bears a heavy load
As she trudges on through that lonesome road

She’s got those Washer Woman Blues,
Those Washer Woman Blues…..
Track Name: Biddy of the Buller
BRIDGET GOODWIN (BIDDY OF THE BULLER)

In the distance you’d think she was fourteen,
Four foot and slight, yea a biddy of a child.
But face to face the furrows and the wrinkles come clear
With her iron grey hair and those washed out blue eyes

Little Biddy took a puff on her pipe,
Sending clouds up the chimney as she sat by the fire
I hope you don’t mind me smoking miss
I’ve got secrets to tell and I’m ready to confess

There were three of us together – two men and myself
Travelled from Australia following this trail of gold
At the head of Buller River we worked like dredging machines,
Scooping and cradling, panning the golden sand.

Oh it was a hard, rough life for a woman
Water to your hips and the days are all too long
But we made enough for a livin’
Keeping tucker in our mouths whilst the rest we spent on booze.

When my first man died in that hospital
I cried so much at the thought of losing him
Well the second, he was quite another
He got sick and loafed around and I had to find gold by myself.

Oh it was a hard, rough life for a woman....

Here ended her confession and I bid goodbye
To that pipe and her thoughts
I still see that washed out expression
With those far away blue eyes still searching for gold.
Track Name: Farewell to the Gold
FAREWELL TO THE GOLD

Shotover River, your gold it is waning
Its weeks since the color I've seen.
But it's no use just sitting and Lady Luck blaming
I'll pack up and make the break clean.

chorus:
Farewell to the gold that never I found,
Goodbye to the nuggets that somewhere abound;
For it's only when dreaming that I see you gleaming
Down in the dark deep underground.

It's nearly two years since I left my old mother
For adventure and gold by the pound.
With Jimmy the prospector, he was another,
For the hills of Otago was bound.

Well we worked the Cardrona's dry valley all over
Old Jimmy Williams and me.
They were panning good dirt on the winding Shotover
So we drifted down there just to see.

We sluiced and we cradled for day after day
Barely making enough to get by;
'Til a terrible flood swept poor Jimmy away
During six stormy days in July
Track Name: Barbara Weldon
[Jane Whiteside]
I was born in Ireland, in County Down. My parents arrived on the ‘Lancashire Witch’ in 1856 and Auckland became our new home. I was just 17 when I first appeared on the stage as a gymnast and tightrope dancer and had the great fortune to travel with a troupe to Tauranga appearing under the stage name of Mademoiselle Estella.

Blanche Fane

“Let me present Mademoiselle Estella, tightrope walker extraordinaire……”

I’m watching very carefully as I walk off this ledge,
Each step reminding me how my life’s at its edge
All I’ve ever wanted was to be on the stage
But the swaying of this rope is unsettling at my age

I don’t think I’m cut out to be a tightrope dancer
No I don’t think I can stay balanced in the air
All these twists and these turns are causing me concerns
Well I’m convinced that my talents are suited elsewhere…


I began working as a barmaid in Thames, a bustling gold mining town with over 80 hotels the most perfect place to develop my career as an entertainer. I turned my hand to magic and performed with any local or touring trope before finally settling with the Oxford Combination Troupe under the name of Blanche Fane. I dressed myself in a voluminous Japanese kimono with great hanging sleeves from which I would produce everything from a Union Jack to a flying dove.

“Let me present the magnificent Blanche Fane, female magicienne a la Japanese…”

Watch me very carefully as I dazzle you all
With quick sleight of hand my tricks designed to enthrall
All the papers speak of my skill and my charm
As doves turn to air there’s no need to feel alarmed

I believe I am destined to be a magicienne
Yes I know that my calling breeds suspicion
With all of this praise one shouldn’t be amazed
At finding my career in this way.


We continued our tour further south, taking a boat to Dunedin. I was now Miss Blanche Anderson, the English Magicienne and performed my new and sparkling entertainment “A Night in Wonderland”. After our final show in Oamaru on the 17th January 1875 where I had appeared as Jennie Anderson we made our way north to Waimate where our coach stopped by the Waitaki River.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, with great sadness I must relate some terrible news, Jennie Anderson will not be joining us tonight, nor indeed on any other night”

Listen very carefully as I unravel this tale
Of the almighty Waitaki and all that befale
Our own Darling Jennie, that magicienne Japanese
Has been taken by the river in such a great tragedy

All she ever wanted to be was a magicienne
With her love of the stage she was born to succeed
But with a twist of fate, her time had come to late
And now we bid farewell to darling Jennie
Track Name: Old Russian Jack
Old Russian Jack
In the evening before the sun disappears
The swagger man hits the road
A human face from those hungry years
Burdened by his heavy load

Walking from station to station
Finding what work he can
He may be the curse of the nation
But he’s an ordinary man

Old Russian Jack wet’s through to his skin
Heading south to Peter Grey
With mud on his boots he takes a sip of his gin
Heading down the Forgotten Highway

Instrumental solo

Walking from station to station
Finding what work he can
He may be the curse of the nation
But he’s an ordinary man

“Heaven help me
Down this lonely track
For I’m hungry and cold
A sight to be behold carrying the world on my back

Instrumental solo – slide, violin

Walking from station to station
Finding what work he can
He may be the curse of the nation
But he’s an ordinary man

So you next time you see a swagger appear
Burdened by his heavy load
Just remember his face from those hungry years
And help him out from the cold.
Track Name: Let Me See Heaven
LET ME SEE HEAVEN

Let me see heaven just for one day
Let me see heaven so I can kneel down and pray
Ask the good lord up above to send me the one I love
And let me see heaven just for one day

Dust Brings Dust
Dust brings Dust

You know I’m a woman, out on her own
No one beside me not even a place to call my home
I tried to give love where I could but love didn’t treated me like it should
So let me see heaven just for one day

Just for one day lord, just for one day
Won’t you lead me from this place just for one day
And ask for forgiveness for letting him go
God knows I loved him heart and soul
Track Name: Elizabeth Colenso
ELIZABETH COLENSO

I write this final letter to the man I’ve called my husband
Whose actions these last ten years have caused me so much suffering
But now the church has given me a way from your adultery
That’ll keep my hand upon ‘the’ book, fulfilling my own destiny

For we are but pilgrims on this earth
We are strangers to this land
We have no abiding city, outside the lord’s domain
We are but workers in his name

This golden ring of servitude I do now return to you
As love, honour and obey all requisites of our trade
Belong to a greater good where now I must devote my time
Estranged from you for ever now I do make this solemn vow

For we are but pilgrims on this earth
We are strangers to this land
We have no abiding city, outside the lord’s domain
We are but workers in his name

Instrumental with working into a slight move away…
Maori bit here …..slight difference in tune.

I promise to create a home providing for our children dear
And to this add the babe you bore who from another’s breast you tore
In this loving place I’ll find some happiness and peace of mind
Denied me as your loyal wife that led to such woe and strife

For we are but pilgrims on this earth
We are strangers to this land
We have no abiding city, outside the lord’s domain
We are but workers in his name
Track Name: Amy Bock
Amy Bock

The greatest play of all is about to take place
The bride to be fallen for my charms not my face
For here do I now stand, a woman to be married as a man how you’ve fed on my lies

All those airs and graces mere pawns in my game
Your foolish eyes flattered purse slips me from blame
As I carefully make my next move quietly revealing my plan
To now claim my prize

Why try as I might I cannot find the words express my doubt
Yet here do I now stand in front of you all ready to seal my fate by saying I will

Who’d have thought at my time that love would come fast?
This overwhelming joy I feel a spell that’s been cast
For here, do I now stand, a woman to be married to this man
How I feed on your charms

So why try as I might I cannot find the words to express my doubts
Here in front of my god at the alter I’ll wait ready to seal my fate by saying “I do”
Track Name: Jane Whiteside (Jennie Anderson)
Blanche Fane

“Let me present Mademoiselle Estella, tightrope walker extraordinaire……”

I’m watching very carefully as I walk off this ledge,
Each step reminding me how my life’s at its edge
All I’ve ever wanted was to be on the stage
But the swaying of this rope is unsettling at my age

I don’t think I’m cut out to be a tightrope dancer
No I don’t think I can stay balanced in the air
All these twists and these turns are causing me concerns
Well I’m convinced that my talents are suited elsewhere…


I began working as a barmaid in Thames, a bustling gold mining town with over 80 hotels the most perfect place to develop my career as an entertainer. I turned my hand to magic and performed with any local or touring trope before finally settling with the Oxford Combination Troupe under the name of Blanche Fane. I dressed myself in a voluminous Japanese kimono with great hanging sleeves from which I would produce everything from a Union Jack to a flying dove.

“Let me present the magnificent Blanche Fane, female magicienne a la Japanese…”

Watch me very carefully as I dazzle you all
With quick sleight of hand my tricks designed to enthrall
All the papers speak of my skill and my charm
As doves turn to air there’s no need to feel alarmed

I believe I am destined to be a magicienne
Yes I know that my calling breeds suspicion
With all of this praise one shouldn’t be amazed
At finding my career in this way.


We continued our tour further south, taking a boat to Dunedin. I was now Miss Blanche Anderson, the English Magicienne and performed my new and sparkling entertainment “A Night in Wonderland”. After our final show in Oamaru on the 17th January 1875 where I had appeared as Jennie Anderson we made our way north to Waimate where our coach stopped by the Waitaki River.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, with great sadness I must relate some terrible news, Jennie Anderson will not be joining us tonight, nor indeed on any other night”

Listen very carefully as I unravel this tale
Of the almighty Waitaki and all that befale
Our own Darling Jennie, that magicienne Japanese
Has been taken by the river in such a great tragedy

All she ever wanted to be was a magicienne
With her love of the stage she was born to succeed
But with a twist of fate, her time had come to late
And now we bid farewell to darling Jennie
Track Name: Deep Water
Deep Water

The swirl is getting fast
Not sure how much longer
I can stop from slipping in
As the red man cuts me with his eyes

Have you come to take your pound of flesh,
Come to see me weep? Follow my ultimate demise?

Deep Water, deep water
deep water ‘s dragging me down
Deep water, deep water
I’m in deep water now…..

I’m back at the start
Yet paid twelve times over
And now soaked to the skin
Searching for Freedom Road

Saw you laughing as I made my way
Up on that slippery bank Ready to push me back again

Deep water, deep water …

Well meet me at the start
I’m soaked but twice stronger
And now ready to fight
As I watch your smile disappear

Strike me with your hardest blow
You’ll never knock me down
Cos I’m on my Freedom Road

Deep Water....
Track Name: Barbara Weldon Reprise
The ‘notorious’ Barbara Weldon

No doubt you’ve heard my name
I’m “notorious” on the beat
From those darkened alleyways
I’ll emerge with a sway through the Hokitika streets

You can judge me all you like
For I know the system well
Drunken without cause, vagrant and obscene
A one-way passage through to hell

Come take your fill whilst there’s still wine to sip
Catch every drop before it falls
A little taste of foreign shores
A treasure waiting for your ship

At five foot 1 I’m hardly tall
But I’ve plenty flesh to hold
Not as much as Porpoise Mary,
And one eye’s a little bleary but I promise to be bold

It’s not easy to compete
With the dancers in the bars
All their finery displayed
As the nuggets are being laid, bearing all the hidden scars

Come take your fill ……..

What other choice is there for me?
A soiled dove’s gotta make a livin,
Whilst the women tend to frown
As they walkabout town,
The men are always willin

Come take your fill.......