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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=350480" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Down the River</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hark, the sound of it drawing nearer,<br>Clink of hobble and brazen bell;<br>Mark the passage of stalwart shearer,<br>Bidding Monaro soil farewell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where is he making for? Down the river,<br>Down the river with eager tread;<br>Where is he making for? Down the river,<br>Down the river to seek a 'shed'.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where is his dwelling on old Monaro?<br>Buckley's Crossing, or Jindaboine?<br>Dry Plain is it, or sweet Bolaira?<br>P'raps 'tis near where the rivers join<br>Where is he making for? Down the river.<br>When, oh when, will he turn him back?<br>Soft sighs follow him down the river,<br>Moist eyes gaze at his fading track.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">See, behind him his pack-horse, ambling,<br>Bears the weight of his master's kit,<br>Oft and oft from the pathway rambling,<br>Crops unhampered by cruel bit.<br>Where is he making for? Equine rover,<br>Sturdy nag from the Eucumbene,<br>Tempted down by the thought of clover,<br>Springing luscious in Riverine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dreams of life and its future chances,<br>Snatch of song to beguile the way;<br>Through green crannies the sunlight glances,<br>Silver-gilding the bright 'Jack Shay'.<br>&quot;So long, mate, I can stay no longer,<br>So long, mate, I've no time to stop,<br>Pens are waiting me at Mahonga,<br>Bluegong, Grubben and Pullitop.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;What! you say that the river's risen?<br>What! that the melted snow has come?<br>What! that it locks and bars our prison?<br>Many's the mountain stream I've swum.<br>I must onward and cross the river,<br>So long, mate, for I cannot stay;<br>I must onward and cross the river,<br>Over the river there lies my way.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One man short when the roll they're calling;<br>One man short at old Bobby Rand's;<br>Heads are drooping and tears are falling<br>Up on Monaro's mountain lands.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where is he making for? Down the river,<br>Down the river of slimy bed;<br>Where is he making for? Down the river,<br>Down the river that bears him, dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Barcroft+Henry+Thomas+Boake">Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake</a><div class=q>
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Clink of hobble and brazen bell;
Mark the passage of stalwart shearer,
Bidding Monaro soil farewell.

Where is he making for? Down the river,
Down the river with eager tread;
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