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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408877" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The New Chum Jackeroo</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let bushmen think as bushmen will,<br>And say whate’er they choose,<br>I hate to hear the stupid sneer<br>At New Chum Jackaroos. <br>He may not ride as you can ride,<br>Or do what you can do;<br>But sometimes you’d seem small beside<br>The New Chum Jackaroo. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">His share of work he never shirks,<br>And through the blazing drought,<br>He lives the old things down, and works<br>His own salvation out. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When older, wiser chums despond<br>He battles brave of heart—<br>’Twas he who sailed of old beyond<br>The margin of the chart. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">’Twas he who proved the world was round—<br>In crazy square canoes;<br>The lands you’re living in were found<br>By New Chum Jackaroos. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He crossed the deserts hot and bare,<br>From barren, hungry shores—<br>The plains that you would scarcely dare<br>With all your tanks and bores. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He fought a way through stubborn hills<br>Towards the setting sun—<br>Your fathers all and Burke and Wills<br>Were New Chums, every one. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When England fought with all the world<br>In those brave days gone by,<br>And all its strength against her hurled,<br>He held her honour high. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">By Southern palms and Northern pines—<br>Where’er was life to lose—<br>She held her own with thin red lines<br>Of New Chum Jackaroos. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Through shot and shell and solitudes,<br>Wherever feet have gone,<br>The New Chums fought while eye-glass dudes<br>And Johnnies led them on. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And though he wear a foppish coat,<br>And these old things forget,<br>In stormy times I’d give a vote<br>For Cuffs and Collars yet.</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 say whate’er they choose,
I hate to hear the stupid sneer
At New Chum Jackaroos. 
He may not ride as you can ride,
Or do what you can do;
But sometimes you’d seem small beside
The New Chum Jackaroo. 

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