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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344059" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Song of the Artesian Water</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now the stock have started dying, for the Lord has sent a drought; <br>But we're sick of prayers and Providence -- we're going to do without; <br>With the derricks up above us and the solid earth below, <br>We are waiting at the lever for the word to let her go. <br>Sinking down, deeper down, <br>Oh, we'll sink it deeper down: <br>As the drill is plugging downward at a thousand feet of level, <br>If the Lord won't send us water, oh, we'll get it from the devil; <br>Yes, we'll get it from the devil deeper down. <br>Now, our engine's built in Glasgow by a very canny Scot, <br>And he marked it twenty horse-power, but he don't know what is what: <br>When Canadian Bill is firing with the sun-dried gidgee logs, <br>She can equal thirty horses and a score or so of dogs. <br>Sinking down, deeper down, <br>Oh, we're going deeper down: <br>If we fail to get the water, then it's ruin to the squatter, <br>For the drought is on the station and the weather's growing hotter, <br>But we're bound to get the water deeper down. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the shaft has started caving and the sinking's very slow, <br>And the yellow rods are bending in the water down below, <br>And the tubes are always jamming, and they can't be made to shift <br>Till we nearly burst the engine with a forty horse-power lift. <br>Sinking down, deeper down, <br>Oh, we're going deeper down: <br>Though the shaft is always caving, and the tubes are always jamming, <br>Yet we'll fight our way to water while the stubborn drill is ramming -- <br>While the stubborn drill is ramming deeper down. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But there's no artesian water, though we've passed three thousand feet, <br>And the contract price is growing, and the boss is nearly beat. <br>But it must be down beneath us, and it's down we've got to go, <br>Though she's bumping on the solid rock four thousand feet below. <br>Sinking down, deeper down, <br>Oh, we're going deeper down: <br>And it's time they heard us knocking on the roof of Satan's dwellin'; <br>But we'll get artesian water if we cave the roof of hell in -- <br>Oh! we'll get artesian water deeper down. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But it's hark! the whistle's blowing with a wild, exultant blast, <br>And the boys are madly cheering, for they've struck the flow at last; <br>And it's rushing up the tubing from four thousand feet below, <br>Till it spouts above the casing in a million-gallon flow. <br>And it's down, deeper down -- <br>Oh, it comes from deeper down; <br>It is flowing, ever flowing, in a free, unstinted measure <br>From the silent hidden places where the old earth hides her treasure -- <br>Where the old earth hides her treasures deeper down. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And it's clear away the timber, and it's let the water run: <br>How it glimmers in the shadow, how it flashes in the sun! <br>By the silent bells of timber, by the miles of blazing plain <br>It is bringing hope and comfort to the thirsty land again. <br>Flowing down, further down; <br>It is flowing deeper down <br>To the tortured thirsty cattle, bringing gladness in its going; <br>Through the droughty days of summer it is flowing, ever flowing -- <br>It is flowing, ever flowing, further down.</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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But we're sick of prayers and Providence -- we're going to do without; 
With the derricks up above us and the solid earth below, 
We are waiting at the lever for the word to let h..."></div>
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