<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344165" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Stockman</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A bright sun and a loosened rein,<br>A whip whose pealing sound<br>Rings forth amid the forest trees<br>As merrily forth we bound<br>As merrily forth we bound, my boys,<br>And, by the dawn's pale light,<br>Speed fearless on our horses true<br>From morn till starry night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Oh! for a tame and quiet herd,&quot;<br>I hear some crawler cry;<br>But give to me the mountain mob<br>With the flash of their tameless eye<br>With the flash of their tameless eye, my boys,<br>As down the rugged spur<br>Dash the wild children of the woods,<br>And the horse that mocks at fear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There's mischief in you wide-horned steer,<br>There's danger in you cow;<br>Then mount, my merry horsemen all,<br>The wild mob's bolting now<br>The wild mob's bolting now, my boys,<br>But 'twas never in their hides<br>To show the way to the well-trained nags<br>That are rattling by their sides.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! 'tis jolly to follow the roving herd<br>Through the long, long summer day,<br>And camp at night by some lonely creek<br>When dies the golden ray.<br>Where the jackass laughs in the old gum tree,<br>And our quart-pot tea we sip;<br>The saddle was our childhood's home,<br>Our heritage the whip.</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> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344165" data-title="The Stockman de Andrew Barton Paterson" data-description="A bright sun and a loosened rein, A whip whose pealing sound Rings forth amid the forest trees As merrily forth we bound As merrily forth we bound, my boys, And, by the dawn's pale light, Speed fearless on our horses true From morn till starry nig..."></div> </div> </div>

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