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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=358042" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Wangled by the Wayside</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Country blokes is kind,' he said,<br>And sat upon his swag<br>(I had no pipe tobacco,<br>So he said he'd 'risk a fag.')<br>'A country bloke's my sort o' bloke,<br>As I've had cause to find.<br>Them city coves is cold as mud:<br>But country blokes is kind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Now, f'rinstance, just you take yerself.<br>I meets you on the road,<br>A stranger, fur as I'm concerned <br>A cove I've never knowed.<br>An' when I sprags you for a smoke,<br>I'll bet you didn't mind.<br>You done your best; tho' fags is muck.<br>Country blokes is kind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Country hearts is rightly placed<br>A every battler knows.<br>If I'd have asked you for a feed,<br>Or p'raps some carst-off clo'es,<br>I'll wager you'd have searched your house<br>For all that you could find<br>In shape of tucker or of duds,<br>Yes; country blokes is kind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'But city coves! - I ain't been there<br>For years - nigh on fifteen.<br>But lately I meandered down<br>Just for a change of scene<br>But rekernise a human bean?<br>They ain't that way inclined,<br>That crowd of stone-eyed strangers there.<br>Not like the conutry kind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'To ask a bob for food or drink<br>In cities is a sin,<br>An' they goes an' calls a copper,<br>An' the copper turns you in.<br>But, if you pitch a likely tale,<br>Most like you don't git fined.<br>So I hoofs it back to country scenes<br>Where blokes is nice and kind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'So here I am, back in the bush,<br>Still battlin' an' dead-broke.<br>An' the minnit I seen you I sez,<br>'Now, there's a country bloke,'<br>I sez. 'He's got that sort of face.'<br>I'm broke, but I'm not blind.<br>Stone-broke ... Well, I best push along ...<br>Thanks. Country blokes is kind.'</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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And sat upon his swag
(I had no pipe tobacco,
So he said he'd 'risk a fag.')
'A country bloke's my sort o' bloke,
As I've had cause to find.
Them city coves is cold as mud:
But country blokes is kind.

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