<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408398" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Barcoo</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">From the runs of the Narran, wide-dotted with sheep, <br>And loud with the lowing of cattle, <br>We speed for a land where the strange forests sleep <br>And the hidden creeks bubble and brattle! <br>Now call on the horses, and leave the blind courses <br>And sources of rivers that all of us know; <br>For, crossing the ridges, and passing the ledges, <br>And running up gorges, we'll come to the verges <br>Of gullies where waters eternally flow. <br>Oh! the herds they will rush down the spurs of the hill <br>To feed on the grasses so cool and so sweet; <br>And I think that my life with delight will stand still <br>When we halt with the pleasant Barcoo at our feet. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Good-bye to the Barwon, and brigalow scrubs, <br>Adieu to the Culgoa ranges, <br>But look for the mulga and salt-bitten shrubs, <br>Though the face of the forest-land changes. <br>The leagues we may travel down beds of hot gravel, <br>And clay-crusted reaches where moisture hath been, <br>While searching for waters, may vex us and thwart us, <br>Yet who would be quailing, or fainting, or failing? <br>Not you, who are men of the Narran, I ween! <br>When we leave the dry channels away to the south, <br>And reach the far plains we are journeying to, <br>We will cry, though our lips may be glued with the drouth, <br>Hip, hip, and hurrah for the pleasant Barcoo! <br></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Kendall">Henry Kendall</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=408398" data-title="The Barcoo de Henry Kendall" data-description="From the runs of the Narran, wide-dotted with sheep, And loud with the lowing of cattle, We speed for a land where the strange forests sleep And the hidden creeks bubble and brattle! Now call on the horses, and leave the blind courses And sou..."></div> </div> </div>

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