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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344160" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Sheep-Washers' Lament</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come now, ye sighing washers all,<br>Join in my doleful lay,<br>Mourn for the times none can recall,<br>With hearts to grief a prey.<br>We'll mourn the washer's sad downfall<br>In our regretful strain,<br>Lamenting on the days gone by<br>Ne'er to return again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When first I went a-washing sheep<br>The year was sixty-one,<br>The master was a worker then,<br>The servant was a man;<br>But now the squatters, puffed with pride,<br>They treat us with disdain;<br>Lament the days that are gone by<br>Ne'er to return again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From sixty-one to sixty-six,<br>The bushman, stout and strong,<br>Would smoke his pipe and whistle his tune,<br>And sing his cheerful song,<br>As wanton as the kangaroo<br>That bounds across the plain.<br>Lament the days that are gone by<br>Ne'er to return again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Supplies of food unstinted, good,<br>No squatter did withhold.<br>With plenty grog to cheer our hearts,<br>We feared nor heat nor cold.<br>With six-and-six per man per day<br>We sought not to complain.<br>Lament the days that are gone by<br>Ne'er to return again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With perfect health, a mine of wealth,<br>Our days seemed short and sweet,<br>On pleasure bent our evenings spent,<br>Enjoyment was complete.<br>But now we toil from morn till night,<br>Though much against the grain,<br>Lamenting on the days gone by,<br>Ne'er to return again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I once could boast two noble steeds,<br>To bear me on my way,<br>My good revolver in my belt,<br>I never knew dismay.<br>But lonely now I hump my drum<br>In sunshine and in rain,<br>Lamenting on the days gone by<br>Ne'er to return again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A worthy cheque I always earned,<br>And spent it like a lord.<br>My dress a prince's form would grace.<br>And spells I could afford.<br>But now in tattered rags arrayed,<br>My limbs they ache with pain,<br>Lamenting on the days gone by,<br>Ne'er to return again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">May bushmen all in unity<br>Combine with heart and hand,<br>May cursed cringing poverty<br>Be banished from the land.<br>In Queensland may prosperity<br>In regal glory reign,<br>And washers in the time to come<br>Their vanished rights regain.</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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Join in my doleful lay,
Mourn for the times none can recall,
With hearts to grief a prey.
We'll mourn the washer's sad downfall
In our regretful strain,
Lamenting on the days gone by
Ne'er to return again.

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