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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344162" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Silent Shearer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Weary and listless, sad and slow, <br>Without any conversation, <br>Was a man that worked on The Overflow, <br>The butt of the shed and the station. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The shearers christened him Noisy Ned, <br>With an alias &quot;Silent Waters&quot;, <br>But never a needless word he said <br>In the hut or the shearers' quarters. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Which caused annoyance to Big Barcoo, <br>The shed's unquestioned ringer, <br>Whose name was famous Australia through <br>As a dancer, fighter and singer. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He was fit for the ring, if he'd had his rights <br>As an agent of devastation; <br>And the number of men he had killed in fights <br>Was his principal conversation. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;I have known blokes go to their doom,&quot; said he, <br>&quot;Through actin' with haste and rashness: <br>But the style that this Noisy Ned assumes, <br>It's nothing but silent flashness. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;We may just be dirt, from his point of view, <br>Unworthy a word in season; <br>But I'll make him talk like a cockatoo <br>Or I'll get him to show the reason.&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Was it chance or fate, that King Condamine, <br>A king who had turned a black tracker, <br>Had captured a baby purcupine, <br>Which he swapped for a &quot;fig tobacker&quot;? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">With the porcupine in the Silent's bed <br>The shearers were quite elated, <br>And the things to be done, and the words to be said, <br>Were anxiously awaited. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">With a screech and a howl and an eldritch cry <br>That nearly deafened his hearers <br>He sprang from his bunk, and his fishy eye <br>Looked over the laughing shearers. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He looked them over and he looked them through <br>As a cook might look through a larder; <br>&quot;Now, Big Barcoo, I must pick on you, <br>You're big, but you'll fall the harder.&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now, the silent man was but slight and thin <br>And of middleweight conformation, <br>But he hung one punch on the Barcoo's chin <br>And it ended the altercation. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;You've heard of the One-round Kid,&quot; said he, <br>&quot;That hunted 'em all to shelter? <br>The One-round Finisher -- that was me, <br>When I fought as the Champion Welter. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;And this Barcoo bloke on his back reclines <br>For being a bit too clever, <br>For snakes and wombats and porcupines <br>Are nothing to me whatever. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;But the golden rule that I've had to learn <br>In the ring, and for years I've tried it, <br>Is only to talk when it comes your turn, <br>And never to talk outside it.&quot;</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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Without any conversation, 
Was a man that worked on The Overflow, 
The butt of the shed and the station. 

The shearers christened him Noisy Ned, 
With an alias &quot;Silent Waters&quot;, 
But never a needless wo..."></div>
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