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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408757" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Talbragar</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Jack Denver died on Talbragar when Christmas Eve began,<br>And there was sorrow round the place, for Denver was a man;<br>Jack Denver’s wife bowed down her head—her daughter’s grief was wild,<br>And big Ben Duggan by the bed stood sobbing like a child.<br>But big Ben Duggan saddled up, and galloped fast and far,<br>To raise the biggest funeral ever seen on Talbragar.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">By station home<br>And shearing shed<br>Ben Duggan cried, “Jack Denver’s dead!<br>Roll up at Talbragar!”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He borrowed horses here and there, and rode all Christmas Eve,<br>And scarcely paused a moment’s time the mournful news to leave;<br>He rode by lonely huts and farms, until the day was done<br>And then he turned his horse’s head and made for Ross’s Run.<br>No Bushman in a single day had ridden half so far<br>Since Johnson brought the doctor to his wife at Talbragar.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">By diggers’ camps<br>Ben Duggan sped—<br>At each he cried, “Jack Denver’s dead!<br>Roll up at Talbragar!”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That night he passed the humpies of the splitters on the ridge,<br>And roused the bullock-drivers camped at Belinfante’s Bridge;<br>And as he climbed the ridge again the moon shone on the rise;<br>The soft white moonbeams glistened in the tears that filled his eyes;<br>He dashed the rebel drops away—for blinding things they are—<br>But ’twas his best and truest friend who died on Talbragar.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At Blackman’s Run<br>Before the dawn,<br>Ben Duggan cried, “Jack Denver’s gone!<br>Roll up at Talbragar!”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At all the shanties round the place they‘d beard his horse’s tramp,<br>He took the track to Wilson’s Luck, and told the diggers’ camp;<br>But in the gorge by Deadman’s Gap the mountain shades were black,<br>And there a newly-fallen tree was lying on the track—<br>He saw too late, and then he heard the swift hoof ’s sudden jar,<br>And big Ben Duggan ne’er again rode home to Talbragar.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“The wretch is drunk,<br>And Denver’s dead—<br>A burning shame!” the people said<br>Next day at Talbragar.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For thirty miles round Talbragar the boys rolled up in strength,<br>And Denver had a funeral a good long mile in length;<br>Round Denver’s grave that Christmas day rough Bushmen’s eyes were dim—<br>The Western Bushmen knew the way to bury dead like him;<br>But some returning homeward found, by light of moon and star,<br>Ben Duggan dying in the rocks, ten miles from Talbragar.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They knelt around.<br>He raised his head<br>And faintly gasped, “Jack Denver’s dead,<br>Roll up at Talbragar!”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But one short hour before he died he woke and understood;<br>They told him, when he asked them, that the funeral was good;<br>And then there came into his eyes a sad and softened light.<br>He said. “Poor Denver’s wife and kids—you’ll see that they’re all right?”<br>And still the careless Bushmen tell by tent and shanty bar<br>How Duggan raised a funeral years back on Talbragar.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And far and wide<br>When Duggan died.<br>The bushmen of the western side<br>Rode in to Talbragar.</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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