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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=374760" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Cleaning Up</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the horse has been unharnessed and we've flushed the old machine,<br>And the water o'er the sluice is running evenly and clean;<br>When there's thirty load before us, and the sun is high and bright,<br>And we've worked from early morning and shall have to work till night,<br>Not a man of us is weary, though the graft is pretty rough,<br>If we see the proper colour showing freely through the stuff.<br>With a dandy head of water and a youngster at the rear<br>To hand along the billy, boys, and keep the tail race clear,<br>We lift the wash and flash the fork and make the gravel fly.<br>The shovelling is heavy and we're soaked from heel to thigh;<br>But it makes a fellow tireless and his thews and sinews tough<br>If the colour's showing freely as he gaily shifts the stuff.<br>When Geordie Best is pumping to a rollicking refrain,<br>And Sandy wipes his streaming brow and shakes the fork again,<br>The pebbles dance and rattle and the water seems to laugh -<br>Good luck is half the battle and good will's the other half;<br>And no day's too long and trying and no toil is hard enough,<br>When we see the colour showing in each shovelful of stuff.<br>Can the mining speculator with a pile of golden serip,<br>Or the plunger who has laid his all upon a winning tip,<br>Or the city man who's hit upon a profitable deal,<br>Know the wonderful elation that the lucky diggers feel<br>When fortune's smiled but grimly and the storeman's looking gruff,<br>And at last they see the colour showing freely in the stuff?<br>Never, mates! It is a feeling that no other winner knows -<br>Not the soldier marching homeward from the conquest of his foes,<br>Nor the scholar who's successful in his searching of the skies,<br>Nor the squalid miser groveling where his secret treasure lies.<br>'Tis a keener, wilder rapture in the digger bold and bluff<br>Who feeds the sluice and sees the colour shining in the stuff.<br>Then lift the wash, and flash the fork, and make the gravel fly!<br>We can laugh at all the pleasures on which other men rely,<br>When the water o'er the sluice is running evenly and clean,<br>And the loaded ripples glitter with a lively golden sheen.<br>No day's too long and trying, and no toil is hard enough,<br>When we wash her down and see the colour freely through the stuff.</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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