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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408676" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Mary Lemaine</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Jim Duff was a ‘native,’as wild as could be;<br>A stealer and duffer of cattle was he,<br>But back in his youth he had stolen a pearl—<br>Or a diamond rather—the heart of a girl;<br>She served with a squatter who lived on the plain,<br>And the name of the girl it was Mary Lemaine. <br>’Twas a drear, rainy day and the twilight was done,<br>When four mounted troopers rode up to the run.<br>They spoke to the squatter—he asked them all in.<br>The homestead was small and the walls they were thin;<br>And in the next room, with a cold in her head,<br>Our Mary was sewing on buttons—in bed. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She heard a few words, but those words were enough—<br>The troopers were all on the track of Jim Duff.<br>The super, his rival, was planning a trap<br>To capture the scamp in Maginnis’s Gap.<br>‘I’ve warned him before, and I’ll do it again;—<br>I’ll save him to-night,’ whispered Mary Lemaine. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">No petticoat job—there was no time to waste,<br>The suit she was mending she slipped on in haste,<br>And five minutes later they gathered in force,<br>But Mary was off, on the squatter’s best horse;<br>With your hand on your heart, just to deaden the pain,<br>Ride hard to the ranges, brave Mary Lemaine! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She rode by the ridges all sullen and strange,<br>And far up long gullies that ran through the range,<br>Till the rain cleared away, and the tears in her eyes<br>Caught the beams of the moon from Maginnis’s Rise.<br>A fire in the depths of the gums she espied,<br>‘Who’s there?’ shouted Jim. ‘It is Mary!’she cried. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Next morning the sun rose in splendour again,<br>And two loving sinners rode out on the plain.<br>And baffled, and angry, and hungry and damp,<br>The four mounted troopers rode back to the camp.<br>But they hushed up the business—the reason is plain,<br>They all had been ‘soft’ on fair Mary Lemaine. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The squatter got back all he lost from his mob,<br>And old Sergeant Kennedy winked at the job.<br>Jim Duff keeps a shanty far out in the west,<br>And the sundowners call it the ‘Bushranger’s Rest.’<br>But the bushranger lives a respectable life,<br>And the law never troubles Jim Duff or his wife,</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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But back in his youth he had stolen a pearl—
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She served with a squatter who lived on the plain,
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