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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408565" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ballad Of The Drover</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Across the stony ridges, <br>Across the rolling plain, <br>Young Harry Dale, the drover, <br>Comes riding home again. <br>And well his stock-horse bears him, <br>And light of heart is he, <br>And stoutly his old pack-horse <br>Is trotting by his knee. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Up Queensland way with cattle <br>He travelled regions vast; <br>And many months have vanished <br>Since home-folk saw him last. <br>He hums a song of someone <br>He hopes to marry soon; <br>And hobble-chains and camp-ware <br>Keep jingling to the tune. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beyond the hazy dado <br>Against the lower skies <br>And yon blue line of ranges <br>The homestead station lies. <br>And thitherward the drover <br>Jogs through the lazy noon, <br>While hobble-chains and camp-ware <br>Are jingling to a tune. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">An hour has filled the heavens <br>With storm-clouds inky black; <br>At times the lightning trickles <br>Around the drover's track; <br>But Harry pushes onward, <br>His horses' strength he tries, <br>In hope to reach the river <br>Before the flood shall rise. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The thunder from above him <br>Goes rolling o'er the plain; <br>And down on thirsty pastures <br>In torrents falls the rain. <br>And every creek and gully <br>Sends forth its little flood, <br>Till the river runs a banker, <br>All stained with yellow mud. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now Harry speaks to Rover, <br>The best dog on the plains, <br>And to his hardy horses, <br>And strokes their shaggy manes; <br>`We've breasted bigger rivers <br>When floods were at their height <br>Nor shall this gutter stop us <br>From getting home to-night!' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The thunder growls a warning, <br>The ghastly lightnings gleam, <br>As the drover turns his horses <br>To swim the fatal stream. <br>But, oh! the flood runs stronger <br>Than e'er it ran before; <br>The saddle-horse is failing, <br>And only half-way o'er! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When flashes next the lightning, <br>The flood's grey breast is blank, <br>And a cattle dog and pack-horse <br>Are struggling up the bank. <br>But in the lonely homestead <br>The girl will wait in vain - <br>He'll never pass the stations <br>In charge of stock again. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The faithful dog a moment <br>Sits panting on the bank, <br>And then swims through the current <br>To where his master sank. <br>And round and round in circles <br>He fights with failing strength, <br>Till, borne down by the waters, <br>The old dog sinks at length. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Across the flooded lowlands <br>And slopes of sodden loam <br>The pack-horse struggles onward, <br>To take dumb tidings home. <br>And mud-stained, wet, and weary, <br>Through ranges dark goes he; <br>While hobble-chains and tinware <br>Are sounding eerily. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The floods are in the ocean, <br>The stream is clear again, <br>And now a verdant carpet <br>Is stretched across the plain. <br>But someone's eyes are saddened, <br>And someone's heart still bleeds <br>In sorrow for the drover <br>Who sleeps among the reeds.</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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Across the rolling plain, 
Young Harry Dale, the drover, 
Comes riding home again. 
And well his stock-horse bears him, 
And light of heart is he, 
And stoutly his old pack-horse 
Is trotting by his knee. 

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