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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357611" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>I Dips me Lid</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Young sir,' 'E sez . . . Like that . . . It made me feel<br>Romantic like, as if me dream was reel.<br> 'Is dress was fancy, an' 'is style was grave.<br>An' me ? I 'ope I know 'ow to be'ave<br>In 'igh-toned company, for ain't I been<br>Instructed careful by me wife, Doreen ?<br>' Sing small,' she sez. An' that's iist wot I did.<br>I sounds me haitches, an' I dips me lid.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Young sir,' 'e sez . . . O' course you understand<br>'Twus jist a dream. But, on the other 'and,<br>E seemed so reel as 'e sat spoutin' there<br>Beside me on ole Dame Macquarie's Chair,<br>Lookin' across the 'arbor while 'e talked-<br>Seemed sumpthink more that jist a ghost 'oo walked<br>Out o' the past . . . 'Phillip by name,' 'e said.<br>A queer ole cock, wif lace, an' wig on 'ead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It 'appened this way: I 'ad jist come down,<br>After long years, to look at Sydney town.<br>An' 'struth! Was I knocked endways? Fair su'prised?<br>I never dreamed! That arch that cut the skies<br>The Bridge! I never thort there could 'a' been-<br>I never knoo, nor guessed - I never seen . . . .<br>Well, Sydney's 'ad some knocks since I been gone,<br>But strike! This shows she keeps on keepin' on.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'd strolled about the town for 'arf a day<br>Then dragged me carcass round the 'arbor way<br>To view the Bridge from Dame Macquarrie's Chair<br>Then parks me frame, an' gits to thinkin' there-<br>Thinkin' of older days; an' I suppose<br>I must 'ave nodded orf into a doze.<br>Nex' thing I knoo, ole Phillip come an' sat<br>Beside me, friendly like, an' starts to chat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Young sir,' 'e sez. 'You, too, in sheer amaze<br>Look upon this, and hark to other days,<br>An' dream of this fair city's early start.<br>In which ('e bows) I played my 'umble part-<br>My 'umble part - a flagpole an' a tent.'<br>'Come orf!' sez I. 'You was a fine ole gent.<br>Reel nob. I've read about the things you did.<br>You picked some site.' ('E bows. I dips me lid).</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Young sir,' 'e sez. 'I've dwelt in spirit 'ere<br>To watch this city waxin' year by year:<br>But yesterday, from a mere staff, a tent,<br>Wonder on wonder as the swift years went-<br>A thrivin' village, then a busy town,<br>Then, as a stride, a city of renown.<br>Oh! what a wondrous miracle of growth<br>Think you not so?' 'Too right,' I sez. 'My oath!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I've watched, young sir,' 'e sez. 'An' I 'ave feared<br>Sometimes; feared greatly when ill days appeared.<br>Yet still they fought and wrought. I had small need<br>To doubt the great heart of this sturdy breed.<br>Black war has come. Yet, over half a world,<br>Their sons into that bloody fray they hurled<br>And still they triumphed. Still their lodestar shone.'<br>'Sure thing,' sez I. ' They kep' on keepin' on.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Young sir,' 'e sez. 'The tears well in my eyes<br>When I behold von arch that cleaves the skies -<br>That mighty span, triumphant, where we view<br>My old friend Darwin's vision now made true:<br>'There the proud arch, Colossus-like, bestride<br>Yon glittering stream and bound the chafing tide!<br>'Twas so he dreamed a few short years agone.<br>Spoke truly, sir; they keep on keeping on.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So Phillip spoke 'is piece, fair puffed wif pride.<br>An' 'im an' me dreamed by the 'arbor-side<br>I, of the scene before, of years to be,<br>An' of the marvels that men yet might see<br>'Im, of a lantern gleamin' thro' the fog<br>To light a tent, an' two men, an' a dog . . . .<br>Then both of us, like some queer instinct bids,<br>Stands up, serloots the Bridge, an' dips our lids.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Clarence+Michael+James+Stanislaus+Dennis">Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis</a><div class=q>
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Romantic like, as if me dream was reel.
 'Is dress was fancy, an' 'is style was grave.
An' me ? I 'ope I know 'ow to be'ave
In 'igh-toned company, for ain't I been
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