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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408821" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Flour Bin</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">By Lawson's Hill, near Mudgee, <br>On old Eurunderee – <br>The place they called &quot;New Pipeclay&quot;, <br>Where the diggers used to be – <br>On a dreary old selection, <br>Where times were dry and thin, <br>In a slab and shingle kitchen <br>There stood a flour bin. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Twas &quot;ploorer&quot; with the cattle, <br>'Twas rust and smut in wheat, <br>'Twas blight in eyes and orchards, <br>And coarse salt-beef to eat. <br>Oh, how our mothers struggled <br>Till eyes and brain were dull – <br>Oh, how our fathers slaved and toiled <br>To keep those flour bins full! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We've been in many countries, <br>We've sailed on many seas; <br>We've travelled in the steerage <br>And lived on land at ease. <br>We've seen the world together <br>Through laughter and through tears – <br>And not been far from baker's bread <br>These five and thirty years. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The flats are green as ever, <br>The creeks go rippling through; <br>The Mudgee Hills are showing <br>Their deepest shades of blue; <br>Those mountains in the distance <br>That ever held a charm <br>Are fairer than a picture <br>As seen from Cox's farm. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">On a German farm by Mudgee, <br>That took long years to win, <br>On the wide bricked back verandah <br>There stands a flour bin; <br>And the dear old German lady – <br>Though the bakers' carts run out – <br>Still keeps a &quot;fifty&quot; in it <br>Against a time of drought. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was my father made it, <br>It stands as good as new, <br>And of the others like it <br>There still remain a few. <br>God grant, when drought shall strike us, <br>The young will &quot;take a pull&quot;, <br>And the old folk their strength anew <br>To keep those flour bins full.</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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On old Eurunderee – 
The place they called &quot;New Pipeclay&quot;, 
Where the diggers used to be – 
On a dreary old selection, 
Where times were dry and thin, 
In a slab and shingle kitchen 
There stood a flou..."></div>
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