<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=374759" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Bullocky Bill</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">FROM a river siding, the railway town,<br>Or the dull new port there three days down,<br>Forward and back on the up-hill track,<br>With a creak of the jinker, a ringing crack,<br>Slow as a funeral, sure as steam,<br>Bullocky Bill and his old red team.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ploughing around by the ti-tree scrub,<br>Four wheels down to the creeping hub,<br>Swaying they go, with their heads all low,<br>Bally, and Splodger, and Spot, and Jo.<br>Men in the ranges much esteem<br>Bullocky Bill and his old red team.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Worming about where the tall trees spring,<br>Surging ahead when the clay bogs cling;<br>A rattle of lash and of language rash<br>On the narrow edge of immortal smash.<br>He’d thread a bead or walk a beam,<br>Bullocky Bill with his old red team.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Climbing a ridge where the red stars ride;<br>Straddling down on the other side,<br>With a whistle and grind, and a scramble blind,<br>And a thundering gum-tree slung behind.<br>But they always get there, hill or stream,<br>Bullocky Bill and his old red team.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Engines or stamps for the mines about,<br>Tools for the men who are leading out;<br>Tucker, and boose, and the latest news<br>Back where the bunyip stirs the ooze.<br>Pioneers with the best we deem<br>Bullocky Bill and his old red team.</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> <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=374759" data-title="Bullocky Bill de Edward George Dyson" data-description="FROM a river siding, the railway town, Or the dull new port there three days down, Forward and back on the up-hill track, With a creak of the jinker, a ringing crack, Slow as a funeral, sure as steam, Bullocky Bill and his old red team. Ploughing..."></div> </div> </div>

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