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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408905" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Scamps</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of home, name and wealth and ambition bereft—<br>We are children of fortune and luck:<br>They deny there’s a shred of our characters left,<br>But they cannot deny us the pluck!<br>We are vagabond scamps, we are kings over all—<br>There is little on earth we desire—<br>We are devils who stand with our backs to the wall,<br>And who call on the cowards to fire! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There are some of us here who were noble and good,<br>And who learnt in ingratitude’s schools—<br>They were born of the selfish and misunderstood,<br>They were soft, they were ‘smoodgers’ or fools.<br>With their hands in their pockets to help every friend<br>In a fix—and they never asked how:<br>Beware of them you who have money to lend,<br>For it’s little you’d get from them now. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There are some of us here who were lovers of old—<br>In the days that were nearer to God;<br>The girl was more precious than honour or gold,<br>And they worshipped the ground where she trod;<br>But she trampled their hearts and they suffered and knew<br>How the soul of a woman to read—<br>They will never again to a woman be true;<br>Let the girls who may meet them take heed! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There are some of us here who were devils from birth,<br>Who would steal the eye out of a friend—<br>But we judge not or blame not the worst on the earth,<br>For it comes to the same in the end.<br>There are some of us here who were ruined by wrong—<br>To whom justice and love came too late—<br>And they threw them aside and go singing a song,<br>And they know that their mistress is fate. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We were some of us failures at suicide, too—<br>We are most of us back from the dead—<br>But we’ve all found the courage to battle it through,<br>Till the strength of our bodies is sped:<br>With a flag that is dyed with our hearts’-blood unfurled,<br>We are marching and marching afar—<br>We are comrades of all who are fighting the world,<br>For the world made us all what we are.</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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We are children of fortune and luck:
They deny there’s a shred of our characters left,
But they cannot deny us the pluck!
We are vagabond scamps, we are kings over all—
There is little on earth w..."></div>
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