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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=403141" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Since the Country Carried Sheep</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">We trucked the cows to Homebush, saw the girls, and started back,<br>Went West through Cunnamulla, and got to the Eulo track.<br>Camped a while at Gonybibil - but, Lord! you wouldn't know<br>It for the place where you and Mick were stockmen long ago.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Young Merino bought the station, fenced the run and built a 'shed',<br>Sacked the stockmen, sold the cattle, and put on sheep instead,<br>But he wasn't built for Queensland. and every blessed year<br>One hears of 'labour troubles' when Merino starts to shear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>There are ructions with the rouseabouts, and shearers' strikes galore!<br>The likes were never thought of in the cattle days of yore.<br>And slowly, round small paddocks now, the 'sleeping lizards' creep,<br>And Gonybibil's beggared since the country carried sheep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Time was we had the horses up ere starlight waned away,<br>The billy would be boiling by the breaking of the day;<br>And our horses - by Protection - were aye in decent nick,<br>When we rode up the 'Bidgee where the clearskins mustered thick.<br>They've built brush-yards on Wild Horse Creek, where in the morning's hush<br>We've sat silent in the saddle, and listened for the rush<br>Of the scrubbers - when we heard 'em, 'twas wheel 'em if you can,<br>While gidgee, pine and mulga tried the nerve of horse and man.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The mickies that we've branded there! the colts we had to ride!<br>In Gonybibil's palmy days - before the old boss died.<br>Could Yorkie Hawkins see his run, I guess his ghost would weep,<br>For Gonybibil's beggared since the country carried sheep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>From sunrise until sunset through the summer days we'd ride,<br>But stockyard rails were up and pegged, with cattle safe inside,<br>When 'twixt the gloamin' and the murk, we heard the well-known note -<br>The peal of boisterous laughter from the kookaburra's throat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Camped out beneath the starlit skies, the tree-tops overhead,<br>A saddle for a pillow, and a blanket for a bed,<br>'Twas pleasant, mate, to listen to the soughing of the breeze,<br>And learn the lilting lullabies which stirred the mulga-trees.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Our sleep was sound in those times, for the mustering days were hard,<br>The morrows might be harder, with the branding in the yard.<br>But did yu see the station now! the men - and mokes - they keep!<br>You'd own the place was beggared - since the country carred sheep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Harry+%27Breaker%27+Harbord+Morant">Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant</a><div class=q>
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Went West through Cunnamulla, and got to the Eulo track.
Camped a while at Gonybibil - but, Lord! you wouldn't know
It for the place where you and Mick were stockmen long ago.


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