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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357781" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Swingin' Douglas</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There's a breeze about the mountains, it is singin' in the trees<br>A song to mock the little men who chose to live at ease,<br>Or play at toil or pleasure where their fellows crowd and push;<br>But put my good axe in my hand and leave me in the bush <br>And it's: Hey, boy!<br> Hi, boy!<br>Heave it in the wood!<br>Oh, the green bush is around us, and the smell of it is good,<br>The great bush is before us, and a giant's task to do,<br>And hearty men and hefty men alone may see it thro'.<br>So it's: Ho, boys!<br>Hey, boys!<br>Swing it with a will!<br>For the saws are howlin' hungry for logs down at the mill.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The hope for man is honest work, an' out-o'doors his place,<br>The good brown earth beneath him an' the clean breeze in his face;<br>The work for man is with his hands, his muscles strong as steel,<br>When health an' strength within him make him feel as he should feel.<br>Oh it's: Hey, boys<br>Shake her up!<br>Twenty logs to get!<br>The tail-rope's fouled a saplin' an' the boss is in a sweat.<br>He's swearin' like a trooper, for they're falling grubby wood;<br>The boy has broke the whistle-string, which isn't for his good.<br>But it's: Hey, boys!<br>Slog along!<br>Watch her when she goes!<br>An' ringin' down the gully runs the echo of the blows.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>High above us, on the hill-top, where the tall trees rake the sky,<br>The cockatoos are craaking and the crimson parrots cry.<br>From below us, where the sawdust by the mill is gleamin' brown,<br>Comes the dronin' of the twin-saws while the boys are breakin' down.<br>An' it's: Ho, boys!<br> Let her go!<br>Watch her, how she sways!<br>An' the loggin' truck goes lurchin' down the crazy wooden ways,<br>With the driver at the brake-rope - Oh, that truckie has a nerve!<br>An' he howls a merry 'Hoop-la!' as she swings around a curve.<br>Then it's: Hey, boys!<br> Plug ahead!<br> Feed the greedy mill!<br>We have fed her logs in dozens, but she's shriekin' for 'em still.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>When you test the strength that's in you, oh, it's good to be alive<br>In the green bush, the clean bush, an' with your fellows strive...<br>There's Simon, of the sniggin' gang, in trouble with his log.<br>An' he slews her with a cant-hook as she wallows in a bog.<br>But it's: Hey, boys!<br> Steady, boys!<br> Haul away the slack!<br>An' the shackled giant's snakin' down the deeply-furrowed track.<br>Now the boss he swears to heaven that the timber's all bewitched,<br>An' Simon toils like seven men to get the tackle hitched.<br>An' it's: Ho, boys!<br>Right away!<br> Slew her at the nose!<br>An' the old winch coughs an' clatters every time the whistle blows.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The crowded world may call at times, but here I'd rather be,<br>With the strong men, the brown men, who work along with me;<br>With the good tan on their faces an' the clear look in their eyes<br>That come to men who ply their trade beneath the open skies:<br>The rough men,<br>The straight men,<br> With coarse words on the tongue.<br>An' hearts that work can never break an' minds that must kepe young.<br>Oh, it's swingin', swingin' Douglas with a strength you glory in,<br>Where willin' hands are honoured hands, an shirkin' is the sin -<br>An' it's: Hi, boys!<br> Clear, boys!<br>More to feed the mill!<br>An' the great tree whistles downward to a crash that shakes the hill.</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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A song to mock the little men who chose to live at ease,
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But put my good axe in my hand and leave me in the bush 
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