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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408914" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Shanty On The Rise</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the caravans of wool-teams climbed the ranges from the West, <br>On a spur among the mountains stood `The Bullock-drivers' Rest'; <br>It was built of bark and saplings, and was rather rough inside, <br>But 'twas good enough for bushmen in the careless days that died -- <br>Just a quiet little shanty kept by `Something-in-Disguise', <br>As the bushmen called the landlord of the Shanty on the Rise. <br> <br>City swells who `do the Royal' would have called the Shanty low, <br>But 'twas better far and purer than some toney pubs I know; <br>For the patrons of the Shanty had the principles of men, <br>And the spieler, if he struck it, wasn't welcome there again. <br>You could smoke and drink in quiet, yarn, or else soliloquise, <br>With a decent lot of fellows in the Shanty on the Rise. <br> <br>'Twas the bullock-driver's haven when his team was on the road, <br>And the waggon-wheels were groaning as they ploughed beneath the load; <br>And I mind how weary teamsters struggled on while it was light, <br>Just to camp within a cooey of the Shanty for the night; <br>And I think the very bullocks raised their heads and fixed their eyes <br>On the candle in the window of the Shanty on the Rise. <br> <br>And the bullock-bells were clanking from the marshes on the flats <br>As we hurried to the Shanty, where we hung our dripping hats; <br>And we took a drop of something that was brought at our desire, <br>As we stood with steaming moleskins in the kitchen by the fire. <br>Oh! it roared upon a fireplace of the good, old-fashioned size, <br>When the rain came down the chimney of the Shanty on the Rise. <br> <br>They got up a Christmas party in the Shanty long ago, <br>While I camped with Jimmy Nowlett on the riverbank below; <br>Poor old Jim was in his glory -- they'd elected him M.C., <br>For there wasn't such another raving lunatic as he. <br>`Mr. Nowlett, Mr. Swaller!' shouted Something-in-Disguise, <br>As we walked into the parlour of the Shanty on the Rise. <br> <br>There is little real pleasure in the city where I am -- <br>There's a swarry round the corner with its mockery and sham; <br>But a fellow can be happy when around the room he whirls <br>In a party up the country with the jolly country girls. <br>Why, at times I almost fancied I was dancing on the skies, <br>When I danced with Mary Carey in the Shanty on the Rise. <br> <br>Jimmy came to me and whispered, and I muttered, `Go along!' <br>But he shouted, `Mr. Swaller will oblige us with a song!' <br>And at first I said I wouldn't, and I shammed a little too, <br>Till the girls began to whisper, `Mr. Swallow, now, ah, DO!' <br>So I sang a song of something 'bout the love that never dies, <br>And the chorus shook the rafters of the Shanty on the Rise. <br> <br>Jimmy burst his concertina, and the bullock-drivers went <br>For the corpse of Joe the Fiddler, who was sleeping in his tent; <br>Joe was tired and had lumbago, and he wouldn't come, he said, <br>But the case was very urgent, so they pulled him out of bed; <br>And they fetched him, for the bushmen knew that Something-in-Disguise <br>Had a cure for Joe's lumbago in the Shanty on the Rise. <br> <br>Jim and I were rather quiet while escorting Mary home, <br>'Neath the stars that hung in clusters, near and distant, from the dome; <br>And we walked so very silent -- being lost in reverie -- <br>That we heard the settlers'-matches rustle softly on the tree; <br>And I wondered who would win her when she said her sweet good-byes -- <br>But she died at one-and-twenty, and was buried on the Rise. <br> <br>I suppose the Shanty vanished from the ranges long ago, <br>And the girls are mostly married to the chaps I used to know; <br>My old chums are in the distance -- some have crossed the border-line, <br>But in fancy still their glasses chink against the rim of mine. <br>And, upon the very centre of the greenest spot that lies <br>In my fondest recollection, stands the Shanty on the Rise.</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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