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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344013" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Mulga Bill's Bicycle</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Twas Mulga Bill, from Eaglehawk, that caught the cycling craze; <br>He turned away the good old horse that served him many days; <br>He dressed himself in cycling clothes, resplendent to be seen; <br>He hurried off to town and bought a shining new machine; <br>And as he wheeled it through the door, with air of lordly pride, <br>The grinning shop assistant said, &quot;Excuse me, can you ride?&quot; <br>&quot;See here, young man,&quot; said Mulga Bill, &quot;from Walgett to the sea, <br>From Conroy's Gap to Castlereagh, there's none can ride like me. <br>I'm good all round at everything, as everybody knows, <br>Although I'm not the one to talk - I hate a man that blows. <br>But riding is my special gift, my chiefest, sole delight; <br>Just ask a wild duck can it swim, a wildcat can it fight. <br>There's nothing clothed in hair or hide, or built of flesh or steel, <br>There's nothing walks or jumps, or runs, on axle, hoof, or wheel, <br>But what I'll sit, while hide will hold and girths and straps are tight: <br>I'll ride this here two-wheeled concern right straight away at sight.&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Twas Mulga Bill, from Eaglehawk, that sought his own abode, <br>That perched above the Dead Man's Creek, beside the mountain road. <br>He turned the cycle down the hill and mounted for the fray, <br>But ere he'd gone a dozen yards it bolted clean away. <br>It left the track, and through the trees, just like a silver streak, <br>It whistled down the awful slope towards the Dead Man's Creek. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It shaved a stump by half an inch, it dodged a big white-box: <br>The very wallaroos in fright went scrambling up the rocks, <br>The wombats hiding in their caves dug deeper underground, <br>As Mulga Bill, as white as chalk, sat tight to every bound. <br>It struck a stone and gave a spring that cleared a fallen tree, <br>It raced beside a precipice as close as close could be; <br>And then as Mulga Bill let out one last despairing shriek <br>It made a leap of twenty feet into the Dead Man's Creek. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Twas Mulga Bill from Eaglehawk, that slowly swam ashore: <br>He said, &quot;I've had some narrer shaves and lively rides before; <br>I've rode a wild bull round a yard to win a five-pound bet, <br>But this was the most awful ride that I've encountered yet. <br>I'll give that two-wheeled outlaw best; It's shaken all my nerve <br>To feel it whistle through the air and plunge and buck and swerve. <br>It's safe at rest in Dead Man's Creek, we'll leave it lying still; <br>A horse's back is good enough henceforth for Mulga Bill.&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">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>
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He turned away the good old horse that served him many days; 
He dressed himself in cycling clothes, resplendent to be seen; 
He hurried off to town and bought a shining new machine..."></div>
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