<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408823" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Free-Selector's Daughter</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I met her on the Lachlan Side -- <br> A darling girl I thought her, <br>And ere I left I swore I'd win <br> The free-selector's daughter. <br> <br>I milked her father's cows a month, <br> I brought the wood and water, <br>I mended all the broken fence, <br> Before I won the daughter. <br> <br>I listened to her father's yarns, <br> I did just what I `oughter', <br>And what you'll have to do to win <br> A free-selector's daughter. <br> <br>I broke my pipe and burnt my twist, <br> And washed my mouth with water; <br>I had a shave before I kissed <br> The free-selector's daughter. <br> <br>Then, rising in the frosty morn, <br> I brought the cows for Mary, <br>And when I'd milked a bucketful <br> I took it to the dairy. <br> <br>I poured the milk into the dish <br> While Mary held the strainer, <br>I summoned heart to speak my wish, <br> And, oh! her blush grew plainer. <br> <br>I told her I must leave the place, <br> I said that I would miss her; <br>At first she turned away her face, <br> And then she let me kiss her. <br> <br>I put the bucket on the ground, <br> And in my arms I caught her: <br>I'd give the world to hold again <br> That free-selector's daughter!</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> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408823" data-title="The Free-Selector's Daughter de Henry Lawson" data-description="I met her on the Lachlan Side -- A darling girl I thought her, And ere I left I swore I'd win The free-selector's daughter. I milked her father's cows a month, I brought the wood and water, I mended all the broken fence, Before I won ..."></div> </div> </div>

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