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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408705" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Out Back</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The old year went, and the new returned, in the withering weeks of drought, <br>The cheque was spent that the shearer earned, <br> and the sheds were all cut out; <br>The publican's words were short and few, <br> and the publican's looks were black -- <br>And the time had come, as the shearer knew, to carry his swag Out Back. <br> <br> For time means tucker, and tramp you must, <br> where the scrubs and plains are wide, <br> With seldom a track that a man can trust, or a mountain peak to guide; <br> All day long in the dust and heat -- when summer is on the track -- <br> With stinted stomachs and blistered feet, <br> they carry their swags Out Back. <br> <br>He tramped away from the shanty there, when the days were long and hot, <br>With never a soul to know or care if he died on the track or not. <br>The poor of the city have friends in woe, no matter how much they lack, <br>But only God and the swagmen know how a poor man fares Out Back. <br> <br>He begged his way on the parched Paroo and the Warrego tracks once more, <br>And lived like a dog, as the swagmen do, till the Western stations shore; <br>But men were many, and sheds were full, for work in the town was slack -- <br>The traveller never got hands in wool, <br> though he tramped for a year Out Back. <br> <br>In stifling noons when his back was wrung <br> by its load, and the air seemed dead, <br>And the water warmed in the bag that hung to his aching arm like lead, <br>Or in times of flood, when plains were seas, <br> and the scrubs were cold and black, <br>He ploughed in mud to his trembling knees, and paid for his sins Out Back. <br> <br>He blamed himself in the year `Too Late' -- <br> in the heaviest hours of life -- <br>'Twas little he dreamed that a shearing-mate had care of his home and wife; <br>There are times when wrongs from your kindred come, <br> and treacherous tongues attack -- <br>When a man is better away from home, and dead to the world, Out Back. <br> <br>And dirty and careless and old he wore, as his lamp of hope grew dim; <br>He tramped for years till the swag he bore seemed part of himself to him. <br>As a bullock drags in the sandy ruts, he followed the dreary track, <br>With never a thought but to reach the huts when the sun went down Out Back. <br> <br>It chanced one day, when the north wind blew <br> in his face like a furnace-breath, <br>He left the track for a tank he knew -- 'twas a short-cut to his death; <br>For the bed of the tank was hard and dry, and crossed with many a crack, <br>And, oh! it's a terrible thing to die of thirst in the scrub Out Back. <br> <br>A drover came, but the fringe of law was eastward many a mile; <br>He never reported the thing he saw, for it was not worth his while. <br>The tanks are full and the grass is high in the mulga off the track, <br>Where the bleaching bones of a white man lie <br> by his mouldering swag Out Back. <br> <br> For time means tucker, and tramp they must, <br> where the plains and scrubs are wide, <br> With seldom a track that a man can trust, or a mountain peak to guide; <br> All day long in the flies and heat the men of the outside track <br> With stinted stomachs and blistered feet <br> must carry their swags Out Back.</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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The cheque was spent that the shearer earned, 
 and the sheds were all cut out; 
The publican's words were short and few, 
 and the publican's looks were black -- 
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