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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345909" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A West Country Ballad</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">This is the tale of Norton<br>Who vowed a vow, by zounds,<br>To catch the varlet Gardiner<br>And win a thousand pounds.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Come thither, come thither, my little page,<br>Whom man call Black Billee,<br>And saddle me up my jolly brown steed<br>And bring my pistols three.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;A plan I have within my head,<br>By which I will surround<br>The rascal Gardiner and his gang,<br>And win the thousand pounds!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then up he rose, that little black boy,<br>And grinned he broad grins three:<br>&quot;You bin catch that fella Gardiner,<br>You budgeree Peeler be.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then Norton mounted his jolly brown steed,<br>And himself was hung about<br>With chains and ropes and handicuffs,<br>To catch the rabble rout.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He looked so fierce, when he sallied forth<br>All booted, spurred and saddled,<br>That all the little dogs tucked in theire tails<br>And quickly off skedaddled.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On top of Weddin Mountains stood<br>Bold General Gardiner,<br>In cabbage-tree hat and scarlet shirt<br>And all devoid of fear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;What dost thou here in my domain<br>In suchlike warlike gear?&quot;<br>Then answered Norton: &quot;It's you I seek,<br>Bold Francis Gardiner.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Of course thou wilt my prisoner be,<br>Both thou and all thy force,<br>And quietly come along with me!&quot;<br>Grinned Gardiner: &quot;Oh, of course!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;But tarry awhile, Inspector, Sir,<br>Become a guest of mine,<br>Go not so soon, 'tis well-nigh noon,<br>I prithee stay and dine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;And thou shalt taste our bushland fare<br>Of lobster and sardine,<br>Washed down with many a noggin<br>Of good Old Tom and gin.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Give me thy pistols and thy sword,<br>I'll also take thy watch<br>To see what was the time of day<br>When thou did'st Gardiner catch!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then Gardiner loudly laughed Ho! Ho!<br>His merry men laughed He! He!<br>But Norton laughed a faint Ha! Ha!<br>The joke he could not see.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Quoth Gardiner: &quot;Please don't leave us yet,<br>Thy company is so good.<br>Thou surely would'st not go - besides,<br>Thou could'st not if thou would.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Thy solemn word we now must have<br>That arms thou wilt not bear<br>'Gainst me, or 'gainst my merry men all -<br>Then back thou may'st repair.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So his parole he then did give<br>Bold Norton brave and true,<br>That arms he ne'er again would bear<br>'Gainst Gardiner and his crew.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then rode he home, as the story goes,<br>Although some people say<br>It is a tale for the marines,<br>And he dreamt it as he lay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And naughty people wink their eyes<br>And say with many a grin;<br>&quot;It must have been the lobsters,<br>Washed down with too much gin!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anonymous+Oceania">Anonymous Oceania</a><div class=q>
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Who vowed a vow, by zounds,
To catch the varlet Gardiner
And win a thousand pounds.

&quot;Come thither, come thither, my little page,
Whom man call Black Billee,
And saddle me up my jolly brown steed
And bring my pistol..."></div>
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