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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344068" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>T.y.s.o.n.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Across the Queensland border line<br>The mobs of cattle go;<br>They travel down in sun and shine<br>On dusty stage, and slow.<br>The drovers, riding slowly on<br>To let the cattle spread,<br>Will say: "Here's one old landmark gone,<br>For old man Tyson's dead."<br>What tales there'll be in every camp<br>By men that Tyson knew!<br>The swagmen, meeting on the tramp,<br>Will yarn the long day through,<br>And tell of how he passed as "Brown",<br>And fooled the local men:<br>"But not for me -- I struck the town,<br>And passed the message further down;<br>That's T.Y.S.O.N.!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There stands a little country town<br>Beyond the border line,<br>Where dusty roads go up and down,<br>And banks with pubs combine.<br>A stranger came to cash a cheque --<br>Few were the words he said --<br>A handkerchief about his neck,<br>An old hat on his head.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A long grey stranger, eagle-eyed --<br>"Know me? Of course you do?"<br>"It's not my work," the boss replied,<br>"To know such tramps as you."<br>"Well, look here, Mister, don't be flash,"<br>Replied the stranger then,<br>"I never care to make a splash,<br>I'm simple, but I've got the cash;<br>I'm T.Y.S.O.N."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But in that last great drafting-yard,<br>Where Peter keeps the gate,<br>And souls of sinners find it barred,<br>And go to meet their fate,<br>There's one who ought to enter in<br>For good deeds done on earth,<br>One who from Peter's self must win<br>That meed of sterling worth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not to the strait and narrow gate<br>Reserved for wealthy men,<br>But to the big gate, opened wide,<br>The grizzled figure, eagle-eyed,<br>Will saunter up -- and then<br>Old Peter'll say: "Let's pass him through;<br>There's many a thing he used to do,<br>Good-hearted things that no one knew;<br>That's T.Y.S.O.N."</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=344068" data-title="T.y.s.o.n. de Andrew Barton Paterson" data-description="Across the Queensland border line The mobs of cattle go; They travel down in sun and shine On dusty stage, and slow. The drovers, riding slowly on To let the cattle spread, Will say: "Here's one old landmark gone, For old man Tyson's dead.&qu..."></div> </div> </div>
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