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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408919" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Sleeping Beauty</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Call that a yarn!” said old Tom Pugh,<br>“What rot! I’ll lay my hat<br>I’ll sling you a yarn worth more nor two<br>Such pumped-up yarns as that.”<br>And thereupon old Tommy “slew”<br>A yarn of Lambing Flat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“When Lambing Flat broke out,” he said,<br>“’Mongst others there I knew<br>A lanky, orkard, Lunnon-bred<br>Young chap named Johnny Drew,<br>And nicknamed for his love of bed,<br>The ‘Sleeping Beauty’ too.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“He sunk a duffer on the Flat,<br>In comp’ny with three more,<br>And makin’ room for this and that<br>They was a tidy four,<br>Save when the eldest, Dublin Pat,<br>Got drunk and raved for gore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“This Jack at yarnin’ licked a book,<br>And half the night he’d spout.<br>But when he once turned in, it took<br>Old Nick to get him out.<br>And that is how they came to cook<br>The joke I tell about.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“A duffer-rush broke out one day,<br>I quite forget where at<br>(It doesn’t matter, anyway,<br>It didn’t feed a cat)—<br>And Johnnie’s party said they’d say<br>Good-bye to Lambing Flat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Next mom rose Johnnie’s mates to pack<br>And make an early shunt,<br>But all they could get out of Jack<br>Was ‘All right,’ or a grunt,<br>By pourin’ water down his back<br>And—when he turned—his front.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“The billy biled, the tea was made,<br>They sat and ate their fill,<br>But Jack upon his broad back laid,<br>Snored like a fog-horn still;<br>‘We’ll save some tea to scald him,’ said<br>The peaceful Corney Bill.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“As they their beef and damper ate<br>And swilled their pints of tea<br>A bully notion all at wonst<br>Dawned on that rowdy three.<br>And Dublin Pat, in frantic mirth,<br>Said, ‘Now we’ll have a spree!’</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Well, arter that, I’m safe to swear,<br>The beggars didn’t lag,<br>But packed their togs with haste and care,<br>And each one made his swag<br>With Johnnie’s moleskins, ev’ry pair,<br>Included in the bag.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“With nimble fingers from the pegs<br>They soon the strings unbent,<br>And off its frame as sure as eggs<br>They drew the blessed tent,<br>And rolled it up and stretched their legs,<br>And packed the lot—and went.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“And scarcely p’r’aps a thing to love,<br>The ‘Beauty’ slumbered sound,<br>With nought but Heaven’s blue above<br>And Lambing Flat around,<br>Until in sight some diggers hove—<br>Some diggers out’ard bound.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“They sez as twelve o’clock was nigh—<br>We’ll say for sure elev’n—<br>When Johnnie ope’d his right-hand eye<br>And looked straight up to Heav’n:<br>I reckon he got more surprise<br>Than struck the fabled Sev’n.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Clean off his bunk he made a bound,<br>And when he rubbed his eyes<br>I’m safe to swear poor Johnnie found<br>His dander ’gin to rise.<br>For there were diggers standin’ round—<br>Their missuses likewise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“O Lor’! the joke—it wasn’t lost,<br>Though it did well-nigh tear<br>The sides of them as came acrost<br>The flat to hear Jack swear,<br>They sez as how old Grimshaw tossed<br>His grey wig in the air.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Some minutes on the ground Jack lay,<br>And bore their screamin’ jeers,<br>And every bloke that passed that way<br>Contributed his sneers;<br>Jack cursed aloud, that cursed day<br>Seemed lengthened into years.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Then in a fury up he sprung—<br>A pretty sight, you bet—<br>And laid about him with his tongue<br>Advising us ‘to get’,<br>And praying we might all be hung—<br>I think I hear him yet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Then on a sudden, down he bent,<br>And grabbed a chunk of rock,<br>And into Grimshaw’s stomach sent<br>The fossil, with a shock,<br>And Grimshaw doubled up and went<br>To pieces with the knock.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“And in the sun that day Jack stood<br>Clad only in his shirt,<br>And fired with stones and bits of wood,<br>And with his tongue threw dirt;<br>He fought as long as e’er he could—<br>But very few were hurt.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“He stooped to tear a lump of schist<br>Out of the clinging soil,<br>By thunder, you should hear him jist,<br>And see the way he’d coil<br>Upon the ground, and hug his fist,<br>And scratch and dig and toil!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“’Tis very plain he’d struck it fat,<br>The dufferin’ Lunnon muff;<br>The scoff and butt of Lambing Flat,<br>Who always got it rough,<br>Could strike his fortune where he sat;<br>The joker held the stuff.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Well, that’s the yarn, it ain’t so poor;<br>Them golden days is o’er,<br>And Dublin Pat was drowned, and sure<br>It quenched his thirst for gore;<br>Old Corney Bill and Dave the Cure<br>I never heard on more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“The Sleepin’ Beauty’s wealthy, too,<br>And wears a shiny hat,<br>But often comes to old Tom Pugh<br>To have a quiet chat;<br>I lent him pants to get him through<br>His fix on Lambing Flat.”</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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“What rot! I’ll lay my hat
I’ll sling you a yarn worth more nor two
Such pumped-up yarns as that.”
And thereupon old Tommy “slew”
A yarn of Lambing Flat.

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