Click in the field, then press CTRL+C to copy the HTML code
<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408862" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Man from Waterloo (With kind Regards to Banjo)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was the Man from Waterloo,<br>When work in town was slack,<br>Who took the track as bushmen do,<br>And humped his swag out back.<br>He tramped for months without a bob,<br>For most the sheds were full,<br>Until at last he got a job<br>At picking up the wool.<br>He found the work was rather rough,<br>But swore to see it through,<br>For he was made of sterling stuff—<br>The Man from Waterloo. <br>The first remark was like a stab<br>That fell his ear upon,<br>’Twas—‘There’s another something scab<br>‘The boss has taken on!’<br>They couldn’t let the towny be—<br>They sneered like anything;<br>They’d mock him when he’d sound the ‘g’<br>In words that end in ‘ing.’ </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There came a man from Ironbark,<br>And at the shed he shore;<br>He scoffed his victuals like a shark,<br>And like a fiend he swore.<br>He’d shorn his flowing beard that day—<br>He found it hard to reap—<br>Because ’twas hot and in the way<br>While he was shearing sheep.<br>His loaded fork in grimy holt<br>Was poised, his jaws moved fast,<br>Impatient till his throat could bolt<br>The mouthful taken last.<br>He couldn’t stand a something toff;<br>Much less a jackaroo;<br>And swore to take the trimmings off<br>The Man from Waterloo. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The towny saw he must be up<br>Or else be underneath,<br>And so one day, before them all,<br>He dared to clean his teeth.<br>The men came running from the shed,<br>And shouted, ‘Here’s a lark!’<br>‘It’s gone to clean its tooties!’ said<br>The man from Ironbark.<br>His feeble joke was much enjoyed;<br>He sneered as bullies do,<br>And with a scrubbing-brush he guyed<br>The Man from Waterloo. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Jackaroo made no remark<br>But peeled and waded in,<br>And soon the Man from Ironbark<br>Had three teeth less to grin!<br>And when they knew that he could fight<br>They swore to see him through,<br>Because they saw that he was right—<br>The Man from Waterloo. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now in a shop in Sydney, near<br>The Bottle on the Shelf,<br>The tale is told—with trimmings—by<br>The Jackaroo himself.<br>‘They made my life a hell,’ he said;<br>‘They wouldn’t let me be;<br>They set the bully of the shed<br>‘To take it out of me. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘The dirt was on him like a sheath,<br>‘He seldom washed his phiz;<br>‘He sneered because I cleaned my teeth—<br>‘I guess I dusted his!<br>‘I treated them as they deserved—<br>‘I signed on one or two!<br>‘They won’t forget me soon,’ observed<br>The Man from Waterloo.</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=408862" data-title="The Man from Waterloo (With kind Regards to Banjo) de Henry Lawson" data-description="It was the Man from Waterloo,
When work in town was slack,
Who took the track as bushmen do,
And humped his swag out back.
He tramped for months without a bob,
For most the sheds were full,
Until at last he got a job
At picking up the wool.
He fou..."></div>
</div>
</div>