<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344076" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Australian Stockman</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sun peers o'er you wooded ridge and thro' the forest dense,<br>Its golden edge o'er the mountain ledge looks down on the stockyard fence,<br>Looks down, looks down, looks down on the stockyard fence;<br>And dark creeks rush thro' the tangled brush, when their shuddering shadows throng<br>Until they chime in the rude rough rhyme of the wild goburra's song.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Till they chime, ha! ha! till they chime, ha! ha! in the wild goburra's song;<br>Till they chime, ha! ha! till they chime, ha! ha! in the wild goburra's song.<br>The night owl to her home hath fled, to shun the glorious pomp<br>Of golden day she speeds away to her nest in the tea-tree swamp;<br>Away, away to her nest in the tea-tree swamp.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The dingo looks with a timid stare as he stealthily prowls along,<br> And his pattering feet in concert beat with the wild goburra's song.<br>Oh! let them boast their city's wealth, who toil in a dusty town;<br>Give me the beam on the mountain stream, and the range's dark-faced frown<br>The stream, the stream, and the range's dark-faced frown.<br>When our steed shall pass o'er the quiv'ring grass, and the crack of the sounding thong<br>Shall bid the startled echoes join the wild goburra's song.</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=344076" data-title="The Australian Stockman de Andrew Barton Paterson" data-description="The sun peers o'er you wooded ridge and thro' the forest dense, Its golden edge o'er the mountain ledge looks down on the stockyard fence, Looks down, looks down, looks down on the stockyard fence; And dark creeks rush thro' the tangled brush, whe..."></div> </div> </div>

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