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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=403154" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>West by North Again</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">We've drunk our wine, we've kissed our girls, and funds are sinking low,<br>The horses must be thinking it's a fair thing now to go;<br>Sling the swags on Condamine and strap the billies fast,<br>And stuff a bottle in the bags and let's be off at last.<br>What matter if the creeks are up - the cash, alas, runs down!<br>A very sure and certain sign we're long enough in town.<br>The black fella rides the boko, and you'd better take the bay,<br>Quart Pot will do to carry me the stage we go today.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No grass this side the Border fence! and all the mulga's dead!<br>The horses for a day or two will have to spiel ahead;<br>Man never yet from Queensland brought a bullock or a back<br>But lost condition on that God-abandoned Border track.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When once we're through the rabbit-proof - it's certain since the rain -<br>There's whips o' grass and water, so, it's West by North again!<br>There's feed on Tyson's country - we can &quot;spell&quot; the mokes a week<br>Where Billy Stevens last year trapped his brumbies on Bough Creek.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Paroo may be quickly crossed - the Eulo Common's bare;<br>And, anyhow, it isn't wise, old man! to dally there.<br>Alack-a-day! far wiser men than you and I succumb<br>To woman's wiles, and potency of Queensland wayside rum.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then over sand and spinifex and on, o'er ridge and plain!<br>The nags are fresh - besides, they know they're westward-bound again.<br>The brand upon old Darkie's thigh is that upon the hide<br>Of bullocks we must muster on the Diamantina side.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We'll light our camp-fires where we may, and yarn beside their blaze;<br>The jingling hobble-chains shall make a music through the days.<br>And while the tucker-bags are right, and we've a stick of weed,<br>A swagman shall be welcome to a pipe-full and a feed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So, fill your pipe! and, ere we mount, we'll drink another nip -<br>Here's how that West by North again may prove a lucky trip;<br>Then back again - I trust you'll find your best girl's merry face,<br>Or, if she jilts you, may you get a better in her place.</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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The horses must be thinking it's a fair thing now to go;
Sling the swags on Condamine and strap the billies fast,
And stuff a bottle in the bags and let's be off at last.
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