<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357698" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Musterin</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, I've ridden 'em rough an' I've ridden 'em kind,<br>Brumbies and prads well-bred.<br>Of every colour and every kind <br>(The old stock-rider said).<br>I've broken the wild Blanchwater colts<br>An' Walers from down Noo South,<br>An' every sort that bucks or bolts,<br>With every sort of mouth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An' I thought I knew the musterin' game<br>Right thro' from A to Z.<br>An' every sort of nag you'd name <br>(The old stock-rider said).<br>I've wheeled 'em up in the Queensland scrub,<br>An' tailed 'em back o' Bourke,<br>To skite in many an old bush pub<br>I was master of all bush work.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But musterin' cattle be aeroplanes?<br>What profit does it bring?<br>An' I don't see how a bushman gains,<br>For it ain't a natural thing.<br>Soaring' and roarin' an' rampin' round<br>In a rackety tin machine,<br>When a natural horse on natural ground<br>Beats all yer keraseen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I suppose it's progress as they say,<br>But the thing's against all laws.<br>So I'm saddlin' up an' I'm off away<br>Where they ain't got them gee-gaws.<br>For I got no time for aeroplanes;<br>But a prad with a good, kind eye,<br>An' the press o' the knee and the feel of the reins<br>Is my game till I die.</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> <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=357698" data-title="Musterin de Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis" data-description="Oh, I've ridden 'em rough an' I've ridden 'em kind, Brumbies and prads well-bred. Of every colour and every kind (The old stock-rider said). I've broken the wild Blanchwater colts An' Walers from down Noo South, An' every sort that bucks or bolts..."></div> </div> </div>

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