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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344127" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Murrumbidgee Shearer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come, all you jolly natives, and I'll relate to you<br>Some of my observations—adventures, too, a few.<br>I've travelled about the country for miles, full many a score,<br>And oft-times would have hungered, but for the cheek I bore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I've coasted on the Barwon—low down the Darling, too,<br>I've been on the Murrumbidgee, and out on the Paroo;<br>I've been on all the diggings, boys, from famous Ballarat;<br>I've loafed upon the Lachlan and fossicked Lambing Flat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I went up to a squatter, and asked him for a feed,<br>But the knowledge of my hunger was swallowed by his greed.<br>He said I was a loafer and for work had no desire,<br>And so, to do him justice, I set his shed on fire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, yes, I've touched the shepherd's hut, of sugar, tea, and flour;<br>And a tender bit of mutton I always could devour.<br>I went up to a station, and there I got a job;<br>Plunged in the store, and hooked it, with a very tidy lob.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, yes, my jolly dandies, I've done it on the cross.<br>Although I carry bluey now, I've sweated many a horse.<br>I've helped to ease the escort of many's the ounce of gold;<br>The traps have often chased me, more times than can be told.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, yes, the traps have chased me, been frightened of their stripes<br>They never could have caught me, they feared my cure for gripes.<br>And well they knew I carried it, which they had often seen<br>A-glistening in my flipper, chaps, a patent pill machine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I've been hunted like a panther into my mountain lair.<br>Anxiety and misery my grim companions there.<br>I've planted in the scrub, my boys, and fed on kangaroo,<br>And wound up my avocations by ten years on Cockatoo.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So you can understand, my boys, just from this little rhyme,<br>I'm a Murrumbidgee shearer, and one of the good old time.</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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Some of my observations—adventures, too, a few.
I've travelled about the country for miles, full many a score,
And oft-times would have hungered, but for the cheek I bore.

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