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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408835" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Grog-an'Grumble Steeplechase</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Twixt the coastline and the border lay the town of Grog-an'-Grumble <br>In the days before the bushman was a dull 'n' heartless drudge, <br>An' they say the local meeting was a drunken rough-and-tumble, <br>Which was ended pretty often by an inquest on the judge. <br>An' 'tis said the city talent very often caught a tartar <br>In the Grog-an'-Grumble sportsman, 'n' returned with broken heads, <br>For the fortune, life, and safety of the Grog-an'-Grumble starter <br>Mostly hung upon the finish of the local thoroughbreds. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pat M'Durmer was the owner of a horse they called the Screamer, <br>Which he called &quot;the quickest stepper 'twixt the Darling and the sea&quot;, <br>And I think it's very doubtful if the stomach-troubled dreamer <br>Ever saw a more outrageous piece of equine scenery; <br>For his points were most decided, from his end to his beginning, <br>He had eyes of different colour, and his legs they wasn't mates. <br>Pat M'Durmer said he always came &quot;widin a flip of winnin'&quot;, <br>An' his sire had come from England, 'n' his dam was from the States. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Friends would argue with M'Durmer, and they said he was in error <br>To put up his horse the Screamer, for he'd lose in any case, <br>And they said a city racer by the name of Holy Terror <br>Was regarded as the winner of the coming steeplechase; <br>But he said he had the knowledge to come in when it was raining, <br>And irrevelantly mentioned that he knew the time of day, <br>So he rose in their opinion. It was noticed that the training <br>Of the Screamer was conducted in a dark, mysterious way. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well, the day arrived in glory; 'twas a day of jubilation <br>With careless-hearted bushmen for a hundred miles around, <br>An' the rum 'n' beer 'n' whisky came in waggons from the station, <br>An' the Holy Terror talent were the first upon the ground. <br>Judge M'Ard – with whose opinion it was scarcely safe to wrestle – <br>Took his dangerous position on the bark-and-sapling stand: <br>He was what the local Stiggins used to speak of as a &quot;wessel <br>Of wrath&quot;, and he'd a bludgeon that he carried in his hand. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Off ye go!&quot; the starter shouted, as down fell a stupid jockey – <br>Off they started in disorder – left the jockey where he lay – <br>And they fell and rolled and galloped down the crooked course and rocky, <br>Till the pumping of the Screamer could be heard a mile away. <br>But he kept his legs and galloped; he was used to rugged courses, <br>And he lumbered down the gully till the ridge began to quake: <br>And he ploughed along the siding, raising earth till other horses <br>An' their riders, too, were blinded by the dust-cloud in his wake. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">From the ruck he'd struggled slowly – they were much surprised to find him <br>Close abeam of the Holy Terror as along the flat they tore – <br>Even higher still and denser rose the cloud of dust behind him, <br>While in more divided splinters flew the shattered rails before. <br>&quot;Terror!&quot; &quot;Dead heat!&quot; they were shouting – &quot;Terror!&quot; but the Screamer hung out <br>Nose to nose with Holy Terror as across the creek they swung, <br>An' M'Durmer shouted loudly, &quot;Put yer toungue out! put yer tongue out!&quot; <br>An ' the Screamer put his tongue out, and he won by half-a-tongue.</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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In the days before the bushman was a dull 'n' heartless drudge, 
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