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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=403147" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Nights at Rocky Bar</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Trapping brumbies in the moonlight! those were nights of reckless fun,<br>'Way back on Campbell's country - on the Goory-bibil run,<br>When saddled up and ready qur impatient nags would stand<br>While we squatted in the gunyah with their bridle-reins in hand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>And presently the hoof-beats of the brumbies' trot would sound<br>As they rattled o'er the ridges of the mulga-timbered ground;<br>They'd be thirsty, for that stretching trot had brought them from afar,<br>And the only water for them was the hole at Rocky Bar.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>We would hear the stallions whinny, and then the water splash -<br>That latter was our signal-through the deadwood with a crash<br>We were at them-you on joker, I on Harlequin, and Mick<br>Would be with us, just as eager as his jumper, Elsternwick.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Our stockwhips in the stilly night like rifle-shots would ring<br>When we beat them on the Bilbee Flat and slewed 'em to the wing;<br>And when we had 'em yarded, oh, the clatter and the din!<br>How they kicked and squealed and snorted when they found themselves barr'd in!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The nights the brumbies tried to break straight back the way they came<br>Proved Harlequin as nimble as we knew him to he game;<br>In those rushing, frantic scrambles 'twas his cleverness I thank<br>That I didn't get a smasher down that rotten basalt bank.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>One old 'Merino' came out, and some boundary rider's moke<br>He was riding - it was his fault that the chestnut stallion broke -<br>He sung out: 'Never mind him; let the beggar go away!'<br>But you didn't stop to listen, jack, to what he had to say.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>And ere you brought the big horse back you had a roughish ride,<br>The Lord knows how you,rnanaged, mate, that night to save your hide!<br>Though bar a stake of sandalwood you weren't a great deal hurt,<br>Though the gidya ripped your moleskins, and the mulga rent your shirt.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>That big timber took some dodging, but our hacks were tried and true,<br>And while their heads were left alone would mostly get us through;<br>But never a horse, save Harlequin', at night, 'twas my belief<br>Could race among those Bilbee holes and yet not come to grief.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>And then we'd jog away to camp two miles below the Bar,<br>Where we'd find a pipe of Nailrod and a nobbler in the jar.<br>Ah! though our lines of life since then have lain in diverse ways,<br>We don't forget those gallops of the brumby-running days.</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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'Way back on Campbell's country - on the Goory-bibil run,
When saddled up and ready qur impatient nags would stand
While we squatted in the gunyah with their bridle-reins in ha..."></div>
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