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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408756" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Taking His Chance</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">They stood by the door of the Inn on the Rise; <br>May Carney looked up in the bushranger's eyes: <br>`Oh! why did you come? -- it was mad of you, Jack; <br>You know that the troopers are out on your track.' <br>A laugh and a shake of his obstinate head -- <br>`I wanted a dance, and I'll chance it,' he said. <br> <br>Some twenty-odd bushmen had come to the `ball', <br>But Jack from his youth had been known to them all, <br>And bushmen are soft where a woman is fair, <br>So the love of May Carney protected him there; <br>And all the short evening -- it seems like romance -- <br>She danced with a bushranger taking his chance. <br> <br>`Twas midnight -- the dancers stood suddenly still, <br>For hoofs had been heard on the side of the hill! <br>Ben Duggan, the drover, along the hillside <br>Came riding as only a bushman can ride. <br>He sprang from his horse, to the shanty he sped -- <br>`The troopers are down in the gully!' he said. <br> <br>Quite close to the homestead the troopers were seen. <br>`Clear out and ride hard for the ranges, Jack Dean! <br>Be quick!' said May Carney -- her hand on her heart -- <br>`We'll bluff them awhile, and 'twill give you a start.' <br>He lingered a moment -- to kiss her, of course -- <br>Then ran to the trees where he'd hobbled his horse. <br> <br>She ran to the gate, and the troopers were there -- <br>The jingle of hobbles came faint on the air -- <br>Then loudly she screamed: it was only to drown <br>The treacherous clatter of slip-rails let down. <br>But troopers are sharp, and she saw at a glance <br>That someone was taking a desperate chance. <br> <br>They chased, and they shouted, `Surrender, Jack Dean!' <br>They called him three times in the name of the Queen. <br>Then came from the darkness the clicking of locks; <br>The crack of the rifles was heard in the rocks! <br>A shriek and a shout, and a rush of pale men -- <br>And there lay the bushranger, chancing it then. <br> <br>The sergeant dismounted and knelt on the sod -- <br>`Your bushranging's over -- make peace, Jack, with God!' <br>The bushranger laughed -- not a word he replied, <br>But turned to the girl who knelt down by his side. <br>He gazed in her eyes as she lifted his head: <br>`Just kiss me -- my girl -- and -- I'll -- chance it,' he said.</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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May Carney looked up in the bushranger's eyes: 
`Oh! why did you come? -- it was mad of you, Jack; 
You know that the troopers are out on your track.' 
A laugh and a shake of his obstinate head -- 
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