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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408912" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Shakedown on the Floor</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Set me back for twenty summers—<br>For I’m tired of cities now—<br>Set my feet in red-soil furrows<br>And my hands upon the plough,<br>With the two ‘Black Brothers’ trudging<br>On the home stretch through the loam—<br>While, along the grassy siding,<br>Come the cattle grazing home. <br>And I finish ploughing early,<br>And I hurry home to tea—<br>There’s my black suit on the stretcher,<br>And a clean white shirt for me.<br>There’s a dance at Rocky Rises,<br>And, when all the fun is o’er,<br>For a certain favoured party<br>There’s a shake-down on the floor. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">You remember Mary Carey,<br>Bushmen’s favourite at the Rise?<br>With her sweet small freckled features,<br>Red-gold hair, and kind grey eyes;<br>Sister, daughter, to her mother,<br>Mother, sister, to the rest—<br>And of all my friends and kindred,<br>Mary Carey loved me best. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Far too shy, because she loved me,<br>To be dancing oft with me;<br>What cared I, because she loved me,<br>If the world were there to see?<br>But we lingered by the slip rails<br>While the rest were riding home,<br>Ere the hour before the dawning,<br>Dimmed the great star-clustered dome. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Small brown hands that spread the mattress<br>While the old folk winked to see<br>How she’d find an extra pillow<br>And an extra sheet for me.<br>For a moment shyly smiling,<br>She would grant me one kiss more—<br>Slip away and leave me happy<br>By the shake-down on the floor. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rock me hard in steerage cabins,<br>Rock me soft in wide saloons,<br>Lay me on the sand-hill lonely<br>Under waning western moons;<br>But wherever night may find me<br>Till I rest for evermore<br>I will dream that I am happy<br>On the shake-down on the floor. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah! she often watched at sunset—<br>For her people told me so—<br>Where I left her at the slip-rails<br>More than fifteen years ago.<br>And she faded like a flower,<br>And she died, as such girls do,<br>While, away in Northern Queensland,<br>Working hard, I never knew. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And we suffer for our sorrows,<br>And we suffer for our joys,<br>From the old bush days when mother<br>Spread the shake-down for the boys.<br>But to cool the living fever,<br>Comes a cold breath to my brow,<br>And I feel that Mary’s spirit<br>Is beside me, even now.</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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Set my feet in red-soil furrows
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While, along the grassy siding,
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