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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=343949" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Australia Today 1916</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">They came from the lower levels <br>Deep down in the Brilliant mine; <br>From the wastes where the whirlwind revels, <br>Whirling the leaves of pine. <br>On the western plains, where the Darling flows, <br>And the dust storms wheel and shift, <br>The teamster loosened his yokes and bows, <br>And turned his team adrift. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">On the western stations, far and wide, <br>There's many an empty pen, <br>For the &quot;ringers&quot; have cast the machines aside <br>And answered the call for men. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">On the lucerne flats where the stream runs slow, <br>And the Hunter finds the sea, <br>The women are driving the mowers now, <br>With the children at their knee. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For the men have gone, as a man must go, <br>At the call of the rolling drums; <br>For the men have sworn that the Turks shall know <br>When the old battalion comes. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Column of companies by the right, <br>Steady in strong array, <br>With the sun on the bayonets gleaming bright, <br>The battalion marched away. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They battled, the old battalion, <br>Through the toil of the training camps, <br>Sweated and strove at lectures, <br>By the light of the stinking lamps. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Marching, shooting, and drilling; <br>Steady and slow and stern; <br>Awkward and strange, but willing <br>All of their job to learn. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Learning to use the rifle; <br>Learning to use the spade; <br>Deeming fatigue a trifle <br>During each long parade. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Till at last they welded <br>Into a concrete whole, <br>And there grew in the old battalion <br>A kind of battalion's soul. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Brotherhood never was like it; <br>Friendship is not the word; <br>But deep in that body of marching men <br>The soul of a nation stirred. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And like one man with a single thought <br>Cheery and confident; <br>Ready for all that the future brought, <br>The old battalion went. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Column of companies by the right, <br>Steady in strong array, <br>With the sun on the bayonets gleaming bright, <br>The battalion marched away. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">How shall we tell of the landing <br>By the hills where the foe were spread, <br>And the track of the old battalion <br>Was marked by the Turkish dead? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">With the dash that discipline teaches, <br>Though the hail of the shrapnel flew, <br>And the forts were raking the beaches, <br>And the toll of the dead men grew. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They fixed their grip on the gaunt hillside <br>With a pluck that has won them fame; <br>And the home-folks know that the dead men died <br>For the pride of Australia's name. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Column of companies by the right, <br>To the beat of the rolling drums; <br>With honours gained in a stirring fight <br>The old battalion comes!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Andrew+Barton+Paterson">Andrew Barton Paterson</a><div class=q>
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Deep down in the Brilliant mine; 
From the wastes where the whirlwind revels, 
Whirling the leaves of pine. 
On the western plains, where the Darling flows, 
And the dust storms wheel and shift, 
The teamster loose..."></div>
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