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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344001" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Jim Carew</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Born of a thoroughbred English race, <br>Well proportioned and closely knit, <br>Neat, slim figure and handsome face, <br>Always ready and always fit, <br>Hardy and wiry of limb and thew, <br>That was the ne'er-do-well Jim Carew. <br>One of the sons of the good old land -- <br>Many a year since his like was known; <br>Never a game but he took command, <br>Never a sport but he held his own; <br>Gained at his college a triple blue -- <br>Good as they make them was Jim Carew. <br>Came to grief -- was it card or horse? <br>Nobody asked and nobody cared; <br>Ship him away to the bush of course, <br>Ne'er-do-well fellows are easily spared; <br>Only of women a sorrowing few <br>Wept at parting from Jim Carew. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gentleman Jiim on the cattle-camp, <br>Sitting his horse with an easy grace; <br>But the reckless living has left its stamp <br>In the deep drawn linies of that handsome face, <br>And the harder look in those eyes of blue: <br>Prompt at a quarrel is Jim Carew. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Billy the Lasher was out for gore -- <br>Twelve-stone navvy with chest of hair -- <br>When he opened out with a hungry roar <br>On a ten-stone man, it was hardly fair; <br>But his wife was wise if his face she knew <br>By the time you were done with him, Jim Carew. <br>Gentleman Jim in the stockmen's hut <br>Works with them, toils with them, side by side; <br>As to his past -- well, his lips are shut. <br>&quot;Gentleman once,&quot; say his mates with pride, <br>And the wildest Cornstalk can ne'er outdo <br>In feats of recklessness Jim Carew. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">What should he live for? A dull despair! <br>Drink is his master and drags him down, <br>Water of Lethe that drowns all care. <br>Gentleman Jiim has a lot to drown, <br>And he reigns as king with a drunken crew, <br>Sinking to misery, Jim Carew. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Such is the end of the ne'er-do-well -- <br>Jimmy the Boozer, all down at heel; <br>But he straightens up when he's asked to tell <br>His name and race, and a flash of steel <br>Still lightens up in those eyes of blue -- <br>&quot;I am, or -- no, I was -- Jim Carew.&quot;</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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Well proportioned and closely knit, 
Neat, slim figure and handsome face, 
Always ready and always fit, 
Hardy and wiry of limb and thew, 
That was the ne'er-do-well Jim Carew. 
One of the sons of the good old..."></div>
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