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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344161" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Shepherd</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">He wore an old blue shirt the night that first we met,<br>An old and tattered cabbage-tree concealed his locks of jet;<br>His footsteps had a languor, his voice a husky tone;<br>Both man and dog were spent with toil as they slowly wandered home.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I saw him but a moment—yet methinks I see him now<br>While his sheep were gently feeding 'neath the rugged mountain brow.<br>When next we met, the old blue shirt and cabbage-tree were gone;<br>A brand new suit of tweed and &quot;Doctor Dod&quot; he had put on;<br>Arm in arm with him was one who strove, and not in vain,<br>To ease his pockets of their load by drinking real champagne.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I saw him but a moment, and he was going a pace,<br>Shouting nobbler after nobbler, with a smile upon his face.<br>When next again I saw that man his suit of tweed was gone,<br>The old blue shirt and cabbage-tree once more he had put on;<br>Slowly he trudged along the road and took the well-known track<br>From the station he so lately left with a swag upon his back.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I saw him but a moment as he was walking by<br>With two black eyes and broken nose and a tear-dropp in his eye.</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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An old and tattered cabbage-tree concealed his locks of jet;
His footsteps had a languor, his voice a husky tone;
Both man and dog were spent with toil as they slowly wandered home.

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