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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408940" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Swagman and His Mate</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">FROM north to south throughout the year<br>The shearing seasons run,<br>The Queensland stations start to shear<br>When Maoriland has done;<br>But labour’s cheap and runs are wide,<br>And some the track must tread<br>From New Year’s Day till Christmastide<br>And never get a shed!<br>North, west, and south—south, west and north—<br>They lead and follow Fate—<br>The stoutest hearts that venture forth—<br>The swagman and his mate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A restless, homeless class they are<br>Who tramp in Borderland.<br>They take their rest ’neath moon and star—<br>Their bed the desert sand,<br>On sunset tracks they ride and tramp,<br>Till speech has almost died,<br>And still they drift from camp to camp<br>In silence side by side.<br>They think and dream, as all men do;<br>Perchance their dreams are great—<br>Each other’s thoughts are sacred to<br>The swagman and his mate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With scrubs beneath the stifling skies<br>Unstirred by heaven’s breath;<br>Beyond the Darling Timber lies<br>The land of living death!<br>A land that wrong-born poets brave<br>Till dulled minds cease to grope——<br>A land where all things perish, save<br>The memories of Hope.<br>When daylight’s fingers point out back<br>(And seem to hesitate)<br>The far faint dust cloud marks their track—<br>The swagman and his mate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And one who followed through the scrub<br>And out across the plain,<br>And only in a bitter mood<br>Would seek those tracks again,<br>Can only write what he has seen—<br>Can only give his hand—<br>And greet those mates in words that mean<br>“I know”, “I understand.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I hope they’ll find the squatter “white”,<br>The cook and shearers “straight”,<br>When they have reached the shed to-night—<br>The swagman and his mate.</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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The shearing seasons run,
The Queensland stations start to shear
When Maoriland has done;
But labour’s cheap and runs are wide,
And some the track must tread
From New Year’s Day till Christmastide
And ne..."></div>
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