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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408884" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Outside Track</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There were ten of us there on the moonlit quay,<br>And one on the for’ard hatch;<br>No straighter mate to his mates than he<br>Had ever said: ‘Len’s a match!’<br>'’Twill be long, old man, ere our glasses clink,<br>’Twill be long ere we grip your hand!'—<br>And we dragged him ashore for a final drink<br>Till the whole wide world seemed grand. <br>For they marry and go as the world rolls back,<br>They marry and vanish and die;<br>But their spirit shall live on the Outside Track<br>As long as the years go by. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The port-lights glowed in the morning mist<br>That rolled from the waters green;<br>And over the railing we grasped his fist<br>As the dark tide came between.<br>We cheered the captain and cheered the crew,<br>And our mate, times out of mind;<br>We cheered the land he was going to<br>And the land he had left behind. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We roared Lang Syne as a last farewell,<br>But my heart seemed out of joint;<br>I well remember the hush that fell<br>When the steamer had passed the point<br>We drifted home through the public bars,<br>We were ten times less by one<br>Who sailed out under the morning stars,<br>And under the rising sun. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And one by one, and two by two,<br>They have sailed from the wharf since then;<br>I have said good-bye to the last I knew,<br>The last of the careless men.<br>And I can’t but think that the times we had<br>Were the best times after all,<br>As I turn aside with a lonely glass<br>And drink to the bar-room wall. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But I’ll try my luck for a cheque Out Back,<br>Then a last good-bye to the bush;<br>For my heart’s away on the Outside Track,<br>On the track of the steerage push.</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 one on the for’ard hatch;
No straighter mate to his mates than he
Had ever said: ‘Len’s a match!’
'’Twill be long, old man, ere our glasses clink,
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