Click in the field, then press CTRL+C to copy the HTML code
<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=343997" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In the Droving Days</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Only a pound,&quot; said the auctioneer, <br>&quot;Only a pound; and I'm standing here <br>Selling this animal, gain or loss -- <br>Only a pound for the drover's horse? <br>One of the sort that was ne'er afraid, <br>One of the boys of the Old Brigade; <br>Thoroughly honest and game, I'll swear, <br>Only a little the worse for wear; <br>Plenty as bad to be seen in town, <br>Give me a bid and I'll knock him down; <br>Sold as he stands, and without recourse, <br>Give me a bid for the drover's horse.&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Loitering there in an aimless way <br>Somehow I noticed the poor old grey, <br>Weary and battered and screwed, of course; <br>Yet when I noticed the old grey horse, <br>The rough bush saddle, and single rein <br>Of the bridle laid on his tangled mane, <br>Straighway the crowd and the auctioneer <br>Seemed on a sudden to disappear, <br>Melted away in a kind if haze -- <br>For my heart went back to the droving days. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Back to the road, and I crossed again <br>Over the miles of the saltbush plain -- <br>The shining plain that is said to be <br>The dried-up bed of an inland sea. <br>Where the air so dry and so clear and bright <br>Refracts the sun with a wondrous light, <br>And out in the dim horizon makes <br>The deep blue gleam of the phantom lakes. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">At dawn of day we could feel the breeze <br>That stirred the boughs of the sleeping trees, <br>And brought a breath of the fragrance rare <br>That comes and goes in that scented air; <br>For the trees and grass and the shrubs contain <br>A dry sweet scent on the saltbush plain. <br>for those that love it and understand <br>The saltbush plain is a wonderland, <br>A wondrous country, were Nature's ways <br>Were revealed to me in the droving days. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We saw the fleet wild horses pass, <br>And kangaroos through the Mitchell grass; <br>The emu ran with her frightened brood <br>All unmolested and unpursued. <br>But there rose a shout and a wild hubbub <br>When the dingo raced for his native scrub, <br>And he paid right dear for his stolen meals <br>With the drovers' dogs at his wretched heels. <br>For we ran him down at a rattling pace, <br>While the pack-horse joined in the stirring chase. <br>And a wild halloo at the kill we'd raise -- <br>We were light of heart in the droving days. <br>'Twas a drover's horse, and my hand again <br>Made a move to close on a fancied rein. <br>For I felt a swing and the easy stride <br>Of the grand old horse that I used to ride. <br>In drought or plenty, in good or ill, <br>The same old steed was my comrade still; <br>The old grey horse with his honest ways <br>Was a mate to me in the droving days. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When we kept our watch in the cold and damp, <br>If the cattle broke from the sleeping camp, <br>Over the flats and across the plain, <br>With my head bent down on his waving mane, <br>Through the boughs above and the stumps below, <br>On the darkest night I could let him go <br>At a racing speed; he would choose his course, <br>And my life was safe with the old grey horse. <br>But man and horse had a favourite job, <br>When an outlaw broke from the station mob; <br>With a right good will was the stockwhip plied, <br>As the old horse raced at the straggler's side, <br>And the greenhide whip such a weal would raise -- <br>We could use the whip in the droving days. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">----------------- </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Only a pound!&quot; and was this the end -- <br>Only a pound for the drover's friend. <br>The drover's friend that has seen his day, <br>And now was worthless and cast away <br>With a broken knee and a broken heart <br>To be flogged and starved in a hawker's cart. <br>Well, I made a bid for a sense of shame <br>And the memories of the good old game. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Thank you? Guinea! and cheap at that! <br>Against you there in the curly hat! <br>Only a guinea, and one more chance, <br>Down he goes if there's no advance, <br>Third, and last time, one! two! three!&quot; <br>And the old grey horse was knocked down to me. <br>And now he's wandering, fat and sleek, <br>On the lucerne flats by the Homestead Creek; <br>I dare not ride him for fear he's fall, <br>But he does a journey to beat them all, <br>For though he scarcely a trot can raise, <br>He can take me back to the droving days. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>A.B. (Banjo) Paterson</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>
<img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share">
<script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=343997" data-title="In the Droving Days de Andrew Barton Paterson" data-description="&quot;Only a pound,&quot; said the auctioneer, 
&quot;Only a pound; and I'm standing here 
Selling this animal, gain or loss -- 
Only a pound for the drover's horse? 
One of the sort that was ne'er afraid, 
One of the boys of the Old Brigade; 
Tho..."></div>
</div>
</div>