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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408784" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Brass Well</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tis a legend of the bushmen from the days of Cunningham,<br>When he opened up the country and the early squatters came.<br>Tis the old tale of a fortune missed by men who did seek,<br>And, perhaps, you haven’t heard it—The Brass Well on Myall Creek. <br>They were north of running rivers, they were south of Queensland rains,<br>And a blazing drought was scorching every grass-blade from the plains;<br>So the stockmen drove the cattle to the range where there was grass,<br>And a couple sunk a well and found what they believed was brass. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘Here’s some bloomin’ brass!’ they muttered when they found it in the clay,<br>And they thought no more about it and in time they went away;<br>But they heard of gold, and saw it, somewhere down by Inverell,<br>And they felt and weighed it, crying: ‘Why! we found it in the well!’ </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And they worked about the station and at times they took the track,<br>Always meaning to save money, always meaning to go back—<br>‘Always meanin’,’ like the bushmen, who go drifting round like wrecks,<br>And they’d get half way to Myall, strike a pub and blew their cheques. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then they told two more about it and those other two grew old,<br>And they never found the brass well and they never found the gold.<br>For the scrub grows dense and quickly and, though many went to seek,<br>No one ever struck the lost track to the Well on Myall Creek. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the story is forgotten and I’m sitting here, alas!<br>With a woeful load of trouble and a woeful lack of brass;<br>But I dream at times that I might find what many went to seek,<br>And my luck might lead my footsteps to the Well at Myall Creek.</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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