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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357906" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Homeward Track</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Once a year we lumber southward with the clip from Yarradee;<br>Spell the bullocks in the township while we run our yearly spree.<br>What's a bullocky to live for? Days of toil are hard and long;<br>And you'd not begrudge him yearly one short week of wine and song.<br>While it lasts he asks no better. When it's over 'Yoke 'em up,'<br>And we'll make another promise for to shun the brimming cup.<br>When we've done our little cheque in, and the township's at our back;<br>Then we start to think of mending - out along the Homeward Track.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For there comes a time of reck'ning when we're trudging by the team;<br>Back again to work an' worry; kind of waking from a dream;<br>We begin to see the folly of a week of wicked fun,<br>Bought with months of weary slaving, punching bullocks on the run.<br>But our views are somewhat tempered when we've done a twelve months' drouth;<br>And our thoughts ain't so religious when the team is heading south.<br>When the pleasure is before us, work and worry at our back,<br>We forget the grim reformers out along the Homeward Track.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What's the odds? It's got to happen. What we've done we'll do again;<br>And we know it while we make 'em, resolutions are in vain.<br>Life's a weary track to travel, mostly full of ruts and stumps:<br>Them that spends their days in drudging have to take their joy in lumps.<br>Yoke 'em up an' get a move on! Gayest times must have an end,<br>There's a weary track to travel when we've nothing left to spend.<br>If there's still a bob we'll wet it, and a last glad joke we'll crack,<br>Time enough for vain regretting when we're on the Homeward Track.</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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Spell the bullocks in the township while we run our yearly spree.
What's a bullocky to live for? Days of toil are hard and long;
And you'd not begrudge him yearly one short week of wine ..."></div>
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