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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345916" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>How the Sailor rode the Brumby</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was an agile sailor lad<br>Who longed to know the bush<br>So with his swag and billy-can<br>He said he'd make a push.<br>He left his ship in Moreton Bay<br>And faced the Western run,<br>And asked his way, ten times a day,<br>And steered for Bandy's Run.<br>Said Bandy: "You can start, my son,<br>If you can ride a horse,"<br>For stockmen on the cattle-run<br>Were wanted there, of course.<br>Now Jack had strode the cross-bars oft<br>On many a bounding sea,<br>So reckoned he'd be safe enough<br>On any moke you see.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They caught him one and saddled it,<br>And led it from the yard,<br>It champed a bit and sidled round<br>And at the sailor sparred.<br>Jack towed her to him with a grin,<br>He eyed her fore and aft;<br>Then thrust his foot the gangway in<br>And swung aboard the craft.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The watchers tumbled off the rail,<br>The boss lay down and roared,<br>While Jack held tight by mane and tail<br>And rocked about on board.<br>But still he clung as monkeys cling<br>To rudder, line and flap,<br>Although at every bound and spring<br>They thought his neck must snap.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They stared to see him stick aloft<br>- The brum. bucked fierce and free,<br>But he had strode the cross-bars oft<br>On many a rolling sea.<br>The saddle from the rolling back<br>Went spinning in mid-air,<br>Whilst two big boots were flung off Jack<br>And four shoes off the mare.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The bridle broke and left her free,<br>He grasped her round the neck;<br>"We're 'mong the breakers now," cried he,<br>"There's bound to be a wreck."<br>The brumby struck and snorted loud,<br>She reared and pawed the air,<br>It was the grandest sight the crowd<br>Had ever witnessed there.<br>For Jack with arms and legs held tight<br>The brumby's neck hung round<br>And yelled, "A pilot, quick as light,<br>Or strike me I'm aground."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The whites and blacks climbed on the rails,<br>The boss stood smiling by<br>As Jack exclaimed, "Away she sails!"<br>- The brum. began to fly.<br>She bounded first against the gate,<br>And Jack cried out, "Astern!"<br>Then struck a whirlpool - at any rate<br>That was the sailor's yarn.<br>The brumby spun him round and round,<br>She reared and'kicked and struck,<br>And with alternate bump and bound<br>In earnest began to buck.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A tree loomed on the starboard bow,<br>And "Port your helm!" cried he;<br>She fouled a bush and he roared "You scow!"<br>And "Keep to the open sea!"<br>From ears to tail he rode her hard,<br>From tail to ears again,<br>One mile beyond the cattle-yard<br>And back across the plain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now high upon the pommel bumped,<br>Now clinging on the side,<br>And on behind the saddle lumped<br>With arms and legs flung wide.<br>They only laughed the louder then<br>When the mare began to back<br>Until she struck the fence at last<br>Then sat and looked at Jack.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He gasped, "I'm safe in port at last,<br>I'll quit your bounding mane!"<br>Dropped off and sang, "All danger's passed<br>And Jack's come home again."<br>Old Jack has been a stockman now<br>On Bandy's Run for years<br>Yet memories of that morning's fun<br>To many still bring tears.</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> <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=345916" data-title="How the Sailor rode the Brumby de Anonymous Oceania" data-description="There was an agile sailor lad Who longed to know the bush So with his swag and billy-can He said he'd make a push. He left his ship in Moreton Bay And faced the Western run, And asked his way, ten times a day, And steered for Bandy's Run. Said Ban..."></div> </div> </div>
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