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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344053" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Santa Claus in the Bush</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It chanced out back at the Christmas time, <br>When the wheat was ripe and tall, <br>A stranger rode to the farmer's gate -- <br>A sturdy man and a small. <br>"Rin doon, rin doon, my little son Jack, <br>And bid the stranger stay; <br>And we'll hae a crack for Auld Lang Syne, <br>For the morn is Christmas Day." </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Nay noo, nay noo," said the dour guidwife, <br>"But ye should let him be; <br>He's maybe only a drover chap <br>Frae the land o' the Darling Pea. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Wi' a drover's tales, and a drover's thirst <br>To swiggle the hail nicht through; <br>Or he's maybe a life assurance carle <br>To talk ye black and blue," </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Guidwife, he's never a drover chap, <br>For their swags are neat and thin; <br>And he's never a life assurance carle, <br>Wi' the brick-dust burnt in his skin. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Guidwife, guidwife, be nae sae dour, <br>For the wheat stands ripe and tall, <br>And we shore a seven-pound fleece this year, <br>Ewes and weaners and all. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"There is grass tae spare, and the stock are fat. <br>Where they whiles are gaunt and thin, <br>And we owe a tithe to the travelling poor, <br>So we maun ask him in. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Ye can set him a chair tae the table side, <br>And gi' him a bite tae eat; <br>An omelette made of a new-laid egg, <br>Or a tasty bit of meat." </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"But the native cats have taen the fowls, <br>They havena left a leg; <br>And he'll get nae omelette at a' <br>Till the emu lays an egg!" </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Rin doon, rin doon, my little son Jack, <br>To whaur the emus bide, <br>Ye shall find the auld hen on the nest, <br>While the auld cock sits beside. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"But speak them fair, and speak them saft, <br>Lest they kick ye a fearsome jolt. <br>Ye can gi' them a feed of thae half-inch nails <br>Or a rusty carriage bolt." </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So little son Jack ran blithely down <br>With the rusty nails in hand, <br>Till he came where the emus fluffed and scratched <br>By their nest in the open sand. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And there he has gathered the new-laid egg -- <br>'Twould feed three men or four -- <br>And the emus came for the half-inch nails <br>Right up to the settler's door. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"A waste o' food," said the dour guidwife, <br>As she took the egg, with a frown, <br>"But he gets nae meat, unless ye rin <br>A paddy-melon down." </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Gang oot, gang oot, my little son Jack, <br>Wi' your twa-three doggies sma'; <br>Gin ye come nae back wi' a paddy-melon, <br>Then come nae back at a'." </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So little son Jack he raced and he ran, <br>And he was bare o' the feet, <br>And soon he captured a paddy-melon, <br>Was gorged with the stolen wheat. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Sit doon, sit doon, my bonny wee man, <br>To the best that the hoose can do -- <br>An omelette made of the emu egg <br>And a paddy-melon stew." </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"'Tis well, 'tis well," said the bonny wee man; <br>"I have eaten the wide world's meat, <br>And the food that is given with right good-will <br>Is the sweetest food to eat. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"But the night draws on to the Christmas Day <br>And I must rise and go, <br>For I have a mighty way to ride <br>To the land of the Esquimaux. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"And it's there I must load my sledges up, <br>With the reindeers four-in-hand, <br>That go to the North, South, East, and West, <br>To every Christian land." </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Tae the Esquimaux," said the dour guidwife, <br>"Ye suit my husband well!" <br>For when he gets up on his journey horse <br>He's a bit of a liar himsel'." </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then out with a laugh went the bonny wee man <br>To his old horse grazing nigh, <br>And away like a meteor flash they went <br>Far off to the Northern sky. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the children woke on the Christmas morn <br>They chattered with might and main -- <br>For a sword and gun had little son Jack, <br>And a braw new doll had Jane, <br>And a packet o' screws had the twa emus; <br>But the dour guidwife gat nane.</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=344053" data-title="Santa Claus in the Bush de Andrew Barton Paterson" data-description="It chanced out back at the Christmas time, When the wheat was ripe and tall, A stranger rode to the farmer's gate -- A sturdy man and a small. 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