<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344011" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Morgan's Dog</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Morgan the drover explained, <br>As he drank from his battered quart-pot, <br>Many a slut I have trained; <br>This is the best of the lot. <br>Crossing these stringybark hills, <br>Hungry and rocky and steep <br>This is the country that kills <br>Weakly and sore-footed sheep. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Those that are healthy and strong <br>Battle away in the lead, <br>Carting the others along, <br>Eating the whole of the feed. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">That's where this little red slut <br>Shows you what's bred in the bone; <br>Works it all out in her nut, <br>Handles it all on her own. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Backwards and forwards she'll track, <br>Gauging the line at a glance, <br>Keeping the stronger ones back, <br>Giving the tailers a chance. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Weary and hungry and lame, <br>Sticking all day to her job, <br>Thin as a rabbit, but game, <br>Working in front of the mob. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tradesmen, I call 'em, the dogs, <br>Those that'll work in a yard; <br>Bark till they're hoarser than frogs, <br>Makin' 'em savage and hard. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Others will soldier and shirk <br>While there's a rabbit to hunt: <br>This is an artist at work; <br>Watch her -- out there -- in the front.</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=344011" data-title="Morgan's Dog de Andrew Barton Paterson" data-description="Morgan the drover explained, As he drank from his battered quart-pot, Many a slut I have trained; This is the best of the lot. Crossing these stringybark hills, Hungry and rocky and steep This is the country that kills Weakly and sore-foote..."></div> </div> </div>

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