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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408925" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Song Of Old Joe Swallow</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I was up the country in the rough and early days, <br>I used to work along ov Jimmy Nowlett's bullick-drays; <br>Then the reelroad wasn't heered on, an' the bush was wild an' strange, <br>An' we useter draw the timber from the saw-pits in the range -- <br>Load provisions for the stations, an' we'd travel far and slow <br>Through the plains an' 'cross the ranges in the days of long ago. <br> <br> Then it's yoke up the bullicks and tramp beside 'em slow, <br> An' saddle up yer horses an' a-ridin' we will go, <br> To the bullick-drivin', cattle-drovin', <br> Nigger, digger, roarin', rovin' <br> Days o' long ago. <br> <br>Once me and Jimmy Nowlett loaded timber for the town, <br>But we hadn't gone a dozen mile before the rain come down, <br>An' me an' Jimmy Nowlett an' the bullicks an' the dray <br>Was cut off on some risin' ground while floods around us lay; <br>An' we soon run short of tucker an' terbacca, which was bad, <br>An' pertaters dipped in honey was the only tuck we had. <br> <br>An' half our bullicks perished when the drought was on the land, <br>An' the burnin' heat that dazzles as it dances on the sand; <br>When the sun-baked clay an' gravel paves for miles the burnin' creeks, <br>An' at ev'ry step yer travel there a rottin' carcase reeks -- <br>But we pulled ourselves together, for we never used ter know <br>What a feather bed was good for in those days o' long ago. <br> <br>But in spite ov barren ridges an' in spite ov mud an' heat, <br>An' dust that browned the bushes when it rose from bullicks' feet, <br>An' in spite ov cold and chilblains when the bush was white with frost, <br>An' in spite of muddy water where the burnin' plain was crossed, <br>An' in spite of modern progress, and in spite of all their blow, <br>'Twas a better land to live in, in the days o' long ago. <br> <br>When the frosty moon was shinin' o'er the ranges like a lamp, <br>An' a lot of bullick-drivers was a-campin' on the camp, <br>When the fire was blazin' cheery an' the pipes was drawin' well, <br>Then our songs we useter chorus an' our yarns we useter tell; <br>An' we'd talk ov lands we come from, and ov chaps we useter know, <br>For there always was behind us OTHER days o' long ago. <br> <br>Ah, them early days was ended when the reelroad crossed the plain, <br>But in dreams I often tramp beside the bullick-team again: <br>Still we pauses at the shanty just to have a drop er cheer, <br>Still I feels a kind ov pleasure when the campin'-ground is near; <br>Still I smells the old tarpaulin me an' Jimmy useter throw <br>O'er the timber-truck for shelter in the days ov long ago. <br> <br>I have been a-driftin' back'ards with the changes ov the land, <br>An' if I spoke ter bullicks now they wouldn't understand, <br>But when Mary wakes me sudden in the night I'll often say: <br>`Come here, Spot, an' stan' up, Bally, blank an' blank an' come-eer-way.' <br>An' she says that, when I'm sleepin', oft my elerquince 'ill flow <br>In the bullick-drivin' language ov the days o' long ago. <br> <br>Well, the pub will soon be closin', so I'll give the thing a rest; <br>But if you should drop on Nowlett in the far an' distant west -- <br>An' if Jimmy uses doubleyou instead of ar an' vee, <br>An' if he drops his aitches, then you're sure to know it's he. <br>An' yer won't forgit to arsk him if he still remembers Joe <br>As knowed him up the country in the days o' long ago. <br> <br> Then it's yoke up the bullicks and tramp beside 'em slow, <br> An' saddle up yer horses an' a-ridin' we will go, <br> To the bullick-drivin', cattle-drovin', <br> Nigger, digger, roarin', rovin' <br> Days o' long ago.</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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