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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408830" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The God-Forgotten Election</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pat M'Durmer brought the tidings to the town of God-Forgotten :<br>‘There are lively days before ye—commin Parlymint’s dissolved!’<br>And the boys were all excited, for the State, of course, was ‘rotten,’<br>And, in subsequent elections, God-Forgotten was involved.<br>There was little there to live for save in drinking beer and eating;<br>But we rose on this occasion ere the news appeared in print,<br>For the boys of God-Forgotten, at a wild, uproarious meeting,<br>Nominated Billy Blazes for the commin Parlymint. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Other towns had other favourites, but the day before the battle<br>Bushmen flocked to God-Forgotten, and the distant sheds were still;<br>Sheep were left to go to glory, and neglected mobs of cattle<br>Went a-straying down the river at their sweet bucolic will.<br>William Spouter stood for Freetrade (and his votes were split by Nottin),<br>He had influence behind him and he also had the tin,<br>But across the lonely flatlands came the cry of God-Forgotten,<br>‘Vote for Blazes and Protection, and the land you’re living in!’ </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pat M‘Durmer said, ‘Ye schaymers, please to shut yer ugly faces,<br>‘Lend yer dirty ears a momint while I give ye all a hint:<br>‘Keep ye sober till to-morrow and record yer vote for Blazes<br>‘If ye want to send a ringer to the commin Parlymint.<br>‘As a young and growin’ township God-Forgotten’s been neglected,<br>‘And, if we’d be ripresinted, now’s the moment to begin—<br>‘Have the local towns encouraged, local industries purtected:<br>‘Vote for Blazes, and Protection, and the land ye’re livin’ in. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘I don’t say that William Blazes is a perfect out-an’ outer,<br>‘I don’t say he have the larnin’, for he never had the luck;<br>‘I don’t say he have the logic, or the gift of gab, like Spouter,<br>‘I don’t say he have the practice—BUT I SAY HE HAVE THE PLUCK!<br>‘Now the country’s gone to ruin, and the Governments are rotten,<br>‘But he’ll save the public credit and purtect the public tin;<br>‘To the iverlastin’ glory of the name of God-Forgotten<br>‘Vote for Blazes and Protection, and the land ye’re livin’ in!’ </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pat M‘D. went on the war-path, and he worked like salts and senna,<br>For he organised committees full of energy and push;<br>And those wild committees riding through the whisky-fed Gehenna<br>Routed out astonished voters from their humpies in the bush.<br>Everything on wheels was ‘rinted,’ and half-sobered drunks were shot in;<br>Said M‘Durmer to the driver, ‘If ye want to save yer skin,<br>‘Never stop to wet yer whistles—drive like hell to God-Forgotten,<br>‘Make the villains plump for Blazes, and the land they’re livin, in.’ </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Half the local long-departed (for the purpose resurrected)<br>Plumped for Blazes and Protection, and the country where they died;<br>So he topped the poll by sixty, and when Blazes was elected<br>There was victory and triumph on the God-Forgotten side.<br>Then the boys got up a banquet, and our chairman, Pat M‘Durmer,<br>Was next day discovered sleeping in the local baker’s bin—<br>All the dough had risen round him, but we heard a smothered murmur,<br>‘Vote for Blazes—and Protection—and the land ye’re livin’ in.’ </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now the great Sir William Blazes lives in London, ’cross the waters<br>And they say his city mansion is the swellest in West End,<br>But I very often wonder if his torey sons and daughters<br>Ever heard of Billy Blazes who was once the ‘people’s friend.’<br>Does his biassed memory linger round that wild electioneering<br>When the men of God-Forgotten stuck to him through thick and thin?<br>Does he ever, in his dreaming, hear the cry above the cheering:<br>‘Vote for Blazes and Protection, and the land you’re livin’ in?’ </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Ah, the bush was grand in those days, and the Western boys were daisies,<br>And their scheming and their dodging would outdo the wildest print;<br>Still my recollection lingers round the time when Billy Blazes<br>Was returned by God-Forgotten to the ‘Commin Parlymint’:<br>Still I keep a sign of canvas—’twas a mate of mine that made it—<br>And its paint is cracked and powdered, and its threads are bare and thin,<br>Yet upon its grimy surface you can read in letters faded:<br>‘Vote for Blazes and Protection, and the land you’re livin’ in.’</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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And the boys were all excited, for the State, of course, was ‘rotten,’
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