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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408530" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Little Mistake</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">’Tis a yarn I heard of a new-chum ‘trap’<br>On the edge of the Never-Never,<br>Where the dead men lie and the black men lie,<br>And the bushman lies for ever. <br>’Twas the custom still with the local blacks<br>To cadge in the ‘altogether’—<br>They had less respect for our feelings then,<br>And more respect for the weather. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The trooper said to the sergeant’s wife:<br>‘Sure, I wouldn’t seem unpleasant;<br>‘But there’s women and childer about the place,<br>‘And—barrin’ a lady’s present— </div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘There’s ould King Billy wid niver a stitch<br>‘For a month—may the drought cremate him!—<br>‘Bar the wan we put in his dirty head,<br>‘Where his old Queen Mary bate him. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘God give her strength!—and a peaceful reign—<br>‘Though she flies in a bit av a passion<br>‘If ony wan hints that her shtoyle an’ luks<br>‘Are a trifle behind the fashion. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘There’s two of the boys by the stable now—<br>‘Be the powers! I’ll teach the varmints<br>‘To come wid nought but a shirt apiece,<br>‘And wid dirt for their nayther garmints. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘Howld on, ye blaggards! How dare ye dare<br>‘To come widin sight av the houses?—<br>‘I’ll give ye a warnin’ all for wance<br>‘An’ a couple of ould pair of trousers.’ </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They took the pants as a child a toy,<br>The constable’s words beguiling<br>A smile of something beside their joy;<br>And they took their departure smiling. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And that very day, when the sun was low,<br>Two blackfellows came to the station;<br>They were filled with the courage of Queensland rum<br>And bursting with indignation. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The constable noticed, with growing ire,<br>They’d apparently dressed in a hurry;<br>And their language that day, I am sorry to say,<br>Mostly consisted of ‘plurry.’ </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The constable heard, and he wished himself back<br>In the land of the bogs and the ditches—<br>‘You plurry big tight-britches p’liceman, what for<br>‘You gibbit our missuses britches?’ </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And this was a case, I am bound to confess,<br>Where civilisation went under;<br>Had one of the gins been less modest in dress<br>He’d never have made such a blunder. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And here let the moral be duly made known,<br>And hereafter signed and attested:<br>We should place more reliance on that which is shown<br>And less upon what is suggested.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Lawson">Henry Lawson</a><div class=q>
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On the edge of the Never-Never,
Where the dead men lie and the black men lie,
And the bushman lies for ever. 
’Twas the custom still with the local blacks
To cadge in the ‘altogether’—
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