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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344051" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sam Holt</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! don't you remember Black Alice, Sam Holt<br>Black Alice, so dusky and dark,<br>The Warrego gin, with the straw through her nose,<br>And teeth like a Moreton Bay shark.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The terrible sheepwash tobacco she smoked<br>In the gunyah down there by the lake,<br>And the grubs that she roasted, and the lizards she stewed,<br>And the damper you taught her to bake.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! don't you remember the moon's silver sheen,<br>And the Warrego sand-ridges white?<br>And don't you remember those big bull-dog ants<br>We caught in our blankets at night?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! don't you remember the creepers, Sam Holt,<br>That scattered their fragrance around?<br>And don't you remember that broken-down colt<br>You sold me, and swore he was sound?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And don't you remember that fiver, Sam Holt,<br>You borrowed so frank and so free,<br>When the publican landed your fifty-pound cheque<br>At Tambo your very last spree?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Luck changes some natures, but yours, Sammy Holt,<br>Was a grand one as ever I see,<br>And I fancy I'll whistle a good many tunes<br>Ere you think of that fiver or me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! don't you remember the cattle you duffed,<br>And your luck at the Sandy Creek rush,<br>And the poker you played, and the bluffs that you bluffed,<br>And your habits of holding a flush?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And don't you remember the pasting you got<br>By the boys down in Callaghan's store,<br>When Tim Hooligan found a fifth ace in his hand,<br>And you holding his pile upon four?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You were not the cleanest potato, Sam Holt,<br>You had not the cleanest of fins.<br>But you made your pile on the Towers, Sam Holt,<br>And that covers the most of your sins.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They say you've ten thousand per annum, Sam Holt,<br>In England, a park and a drag;<br>Perhaps you forget you were six months ago<br> In Queensland a-humping your swag.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But who'd think to see you now dining in state<br>With a lord and the devil knows who,<br>You were flashing your dover, six short months ago,<br>In a lambing camp on the Barcoo.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When's my time coming? Perhaps never, I think,<br>And it's likely enough your old mate<br>Will be humping his drum on the Hughenden-road<br>To the end of the chapter of fate.</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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Black Alice, so dusky and dark,
The Warrego gin, with the straw through her nose,
And teeth like a Moreton Bay shark.

The terrible sheepwash tobacco she smoked
In the gunyah down there by the lake,
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