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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=355309" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The New-Chum Swell</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I’ll sing just now a little song,<br>For you must understand,<br>’Tis of a fine young gentleman,<br>That left his native land—<br>That bid his ma and pa farewell,<br>And started brave and bold,<br>In a ship of fourteen hundred tons,<br>To come and dig for gold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He dress was spicy as could be,<br>His fingers hung with rings,<br>White waistcoats, black silk pantaloons,<br>And other stylish things.<br>His berth was in the cuddy,<br>Which is on deck, you know,<br>And all the intermediates<br>He voted ‘deuced low.’</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the vessel left the London Docks,<br>Most jovial did he seem;<br>But in the Downs, a change came o’er<br>The spirit of his dream.<br>His ruddy cheeks turned very pale,<br>His countenance looked rum,<br>And with a mournful sigh, said he,<br>‘I wish I’d never come.’</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The ship at length cast anchor,<br>And he was glad once more;<br>Six large trunks he then packed up,<br>And started for the shore—<br>His traps quite filled a whale-boat,<br>So of course I needn’t say,<br>That for the freight thereof, he had<br>A tidy sum to pay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He came to town, and then put up<br>At the Criterion Hotel<br>If you’ve been there, you know the place,<br>And the charges pretty well.<br>He played at billiards half the day,<br>And smoked and lounged about,<br>Until the hundred pounds he’d brought,<br>Had precious near run out.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With five pounds in his pocket,<br>He went to Bendigo;<br>And when he saw the diggings,<br>They filled his heart with woe—<br>‘What! must I venture down a hole,<br>and throw up filthy clay?<br>If my mother could but see me now,<br>Whatever would she say?’</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He went and bought a shovel<br>And a pick and dish as well;<br>But to every ten minutes’ work,<br>He took an hour’s spell.<br>The skin from off his fair, white hands<br>In blisters peeled away—<br>And thus he worked, and sunk about<br>Twelve inches every day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When off the bottom just a foot,<br>He got quite out of heart,<br>And threw his pick down in a rage,<br>And off he did depart;<br>But when he’d left his hole, and gone,<br>A cove named Sydney Bob<br>Stepped into it, and soon took out<br>A pretty handsome ‘lob’.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With five shillings in his pocket,<br>He started in disgust,<br>And then we went upon the roads<br>As many a young swell must:<br>And if through the Black Forest<br>You ever chance to stray,<br>You may see him do the Gov’ment stroke<br>At eight bob every day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Charles+Thatcher">Charles Thatcher</a><div class=q>
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For you must understand,
’Tis of a fine young gentleman,
That left his native land—
That bid his ma and pa farewell,
And started brave and bold,
In a ship of fourteen hundred tons,
To come and dig for gold.
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