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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344155" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Sausage Candidate-A Tale of the Elections</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our fathers, brave men were and strong, <br>And whisky was their daily liquor; <br>They used to move the world along <br>In better style than now -- and quicker. <br>Elections then were sport, you bet! <br>A trifle rough, there's no denying <br>When two opposing factions met <br>The skin and hair were always flying. <br>When &quot;cabbage-trees&quot; could still be worn <br>Without the question, &quot;Who's your hatter?&quot; <br>There dawned a bright election morn <br>Upon the town of Parramatta. <br>A man called Jones was all the go -- <br>The people's friend, the poor's protector; <br>A long, gaunt, six-foot slab of woe, <br>He sought to charm the green elector. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">How Jones had one time been trustee <br>For his small niece, and he -- the villain! -- <br>Betrayed his trust most shamefully, <br>And robbed the child of every shillin'. <br>He used to keep accounts, they say, <br>To save himself in case of trouble; <br>Whatever cash he paid away <br>He always used to charge it double. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He'd buy the child a cotton gown <br>Too coarse and rough to dress a cat in, <br>And then he'd go and put it down <br>And charge the price of silk or satin! <br>He gave her once a little treat, <br>An outing down the harbour sunny, <br>And Lord! the bill for bread and meat, <br>You'd think they all had eaten money! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But Jones exposed the course he took <br>By carelessness -- such men are ninnies. <br>He went and entered in his book, <br>&quot;Two pounds of sausages -- two guineas.&quot; <br>Now this leaked out, and folk got riled, <br>And said that Jones, &quot;he didn't oughter&quot;. <br>But what cared Jones? he only smiled -- <br>Abuse ran off his back like water. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And so he faced the world content: <br>His little niece -- he never paid her: <br>And then he stood for Parliament, <br>Of course he was a rank free trader. <br>His wealth was great, success appeared <br>To smile propitious on his banner, <br>But Providence it interfered <br>In this most unexpected manner. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A person -- call him Brown for short -- <br>Who knew the story of this stealer, <br>Went calmly down the town and bought <br>Two pounds of sausage from a dealer, <br>And then he got a long bamboo <br>And tightly tied the sausage to it; <br>Says he, &quot;This is the thing to do, <br>And I am just the man to do it. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;When Jones comes out to make his speech <br>I won't a clapper be, or hisser, <br>But with this long bamboo I'll reach <br>And poke the sausage in his 'kisser'. <br>I'll bring the wretch to scorn and shame, <br>Unless those darned police are nigh: <br>As sure as Brown's my glorious name, <br>I'll knock that candidate sky-high.&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The speech comes on -- beneath the stand <br>The people push and surge and eddy <br>But Brown waits calmly close at hand <br>With all his apparatus ready; <br>And while the speaker loudly cries, <br>&quot;Of ages all, this is the boss age!&quot; <br>Brown hits him square between the eyes, <br>Exclaiming, &quot;What's the price of sausage?&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He aimed the victuals in his face, <br>As though he thought poor Jones a glutton. <br>And Jones was covered with disgrace -- <br>Disgrace and shame, and beef and mutton. <br>His cause was lost -- a hopeless wreck <br>He crept off from the hooting throng; <br>Protection proudly ruled the deck, <br>Here ends the sausage and the 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>
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And whisky was their daily liquor; 
They used to move the world along 
In better style than now -- and quicker. 
Elections then were sport, you bet! 
A trifle rough, there's no denying 
When two opposing fa..."></div>
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