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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=374744" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A New Girl Up At White’s</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THERE’S a fresh track down the paddock<br>Through the lightwoods to the creek,<br>And I notice Billy Craddock<br>And Maloney do not speak,<br>And The Snag is slyly bitter<br>When he’s criticising Bill,<br>And there’s quite a foreign glitter<br>On the fellows at the mill.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sid M‘Mahon’s turned out a dandy<br>With a masher coat and tie,<br>And the engine-driver, Sandy,<br>Curls his whiskers on the sly:<br>All the boys wear paper collars<br>And their tombstone shirts of nights,<br>So it’s ten to one in dollars<br>There’s a new girl up at White’s.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She’s a charmer from the river,<br>But she steeps the lads in gloom,<br>With her blue eyes all a-quiver<br>And her hair like wattle-bloom;<br>Though she’s pretty and beguiling,<br>And so lit up, like, with fun<br>That the flowers turn to her smiling,<br>Just as if she was the sun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But I wish she’d leave the valley,<br>For the camp is dull to me,<br>Now the mill hands never rally<br>For the regulation spree,<br>And there’s not another joker<br>Gives a tinker’s curse for nap.,<br>Or will take a hand at poker<br>Or at euchre with a chap!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tom won’t stir us with his fiddle<br>By the boilers as he did<br>While Bob stepped it in the middle,<br>And we passed the billy-lid.<br>Ah! we had some gay old nights there,<br>But the boys now don’t agree,<br>And they hang about at White’s there,<br>When they’ve togged up after tea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With the gloves we have no battle;<br>Now they sneak away and moon<br>Round with White, discussing cattle<br>All the Sunday afternoon.<br>There’s a want of old uprightness,<br>Too, has come upon the push,<br>And a sort of cold politeness<br>That’s not called for in the bush.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They’re all off, too, in that quarter;<br>Kate goes sev’ral times a week<br>Seeing Andy Kelly’s daughter,<br>Jimmy’s sister, up the creek;<br>And this difference seems a pity,<br>Since their chances are so slim—<br>While they are running after Kitty,<br>She is running after Jim.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edward+George+Dyson">Edward George Dyson</a><div class=q>
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Through the lightwoods to the creek,
And I notice Billy Craddock
And Maloney do not speak,
And The Snag is slyly bitter
When he’s criticising Bill,
And there’s quite a foreign glitter
On the fellows at ..."></div>
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