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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344020" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Old Australian Ways</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The London lights are far abeam<br>Behind a bank of cloud,<br>Along the shore the gaslights gleam,<br>The gale is piping loud;<br>And down the Channel, groping blind,<br>We drive her through the haze<br>Towards the land we left behind,<br>The good old land of 'never mind',<br>And old Australian ways.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The narrow ways of English folk<br>Are not for such as we;<br>They bear the long-accustomed yoke<br>Of staid conservancy:<br>But all our roads are new and strange,<br>And through our blood there runs<br>The vagabonding love of change<br>That drove us westward of the range<br>And westward of the suns.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The city folk go to and fro<br>Behind a prison's bars,<br>They never feel the breezes blow<br>And never see the stars;<br>They never hear in blossomed trees<br>The music low and sweet<br>Of wild birds making melodies,<br>Nor catch the little laughing breeze<br>That whispers in the wheat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our fathers came of roving stock<br>That could not fixed abide:<br>And we have followed field and flock<br>Since e'er we learnt to ride;<br>By miner's camp and shearing shed,<br>In land of heat and drought,<br>We followed where our fortunes led,<br>With fortune always on ahead<br>And always further out.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The wind is in the barley-grass,<br>The wattles are in bloom;<br>The breezes greet us as they pass<br>With honey-sweet perfume;<br>The parakeets go screaming by<br>With flash of golden wing,<br>And from the swamp the wild-ducks cry<br>Their long-drawn note of revelry,<br>Rejoicing at the Spring.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So throw the weary pen aside<br>And let the papers rest,<br>For we must saddle up and ride<br>Towards the blue hill's breast;<br>And we must travel far and fast<br>Across their rugged maze,<br>To find the Spring of Youth at last,<br>And call back from the buried past<br>The old Australian ways.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When Clancy took the drover's track<br>In years of long ago,<br>He drifted to the outer back<br>Beyond the Overflow;<br>By rolling plain and rocky shelf,<br>With stockwhip in his hand,<br>He reached at last (oh lucky elf!)<br>The Town of Come-and-help-yourself<br>In Rough-and-ready Land.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And if it be that you would know<br>The tracks he used to ride,<br>Then you must saddle up and go<br>Beyond the Queensland side,<br>Beyond the reach of rule or law,<br>To ride the long day through,<br>In Nature's homestead, filled with awe<br>You then might see what Clancy saw<br>And know what Clancy knew.</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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Behind a bank of cloud,
Along the shore the gaslights gleam,
The gale is piping loud;
And down the Channel, groping blind,
We drive her through the haze
Towards the land we left behind,
The good old land of 'never m..."></div>
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