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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408706" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Out on the Roofs of Hell</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">SING us a song in this cynical age,<br>Sing us a song, my friend,<br>While the Flesh and the Devil are all the rage<br>And Death seems the only end.<br>Give it the clatter of hoof-clipped bones<br>And a note like a dingo’s yell,<br>And the long, low sigh when the big mob moans<br>Out on the roofs of hell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For Wool, Tallow, and Hides and Co.,<br>For Wool, Tallow, and Hides—<br>Over the roofs of hell we go<br>For Wool, Tallow, and Hides.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We take the route or we take the track,<br>Hell-doomed by the greed of man,<br>And we leave our wives in the scrubs out back<br>To struggle as best they can.<br>For the credit is short and the flour is low—<br>And this is the tale we tell—<br>A check must be made and the stock must go<br>Over the roofs of hell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wake ere the burst of the great white sun<br>Into the blazing skies,<br>Our limbs are stiff and the lids are gummed<br>Over our blighted eyes.<br>But our souls have perished in dust and heat,<br>And this is the tale we tell—<br>Our lives are ever a grim retreat<br>With Death on the roofs of hell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They drivel and say how the bushman drinks,<br>But what do the townsfolk know?<br>The life is a hell to the man who thinks—<br>He must drink or his reason go.<br>Drink and drink, as the bushman knows,<br>Till he strip to the skin and yell;<br>Down for a change! for a rest! he goes<br>Down through the roofs of hell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For Wool, Tallow, and Hides and Co.,<br>For Wool, Tallow, and Hides,<br>Down through the roofs of hell they go<br>For Wool, Tallow, and Hides.</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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Sing us a song, my friend,
While the Flesh and the Devil are all the rage
And Death seems the only end.
Give it the clatter of hoof-clipped bones
And a note like a dingo’s yell,
And the long, low sigh when the..."></div>
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