<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408964" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Way I Treated Father [A Bush Song]</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I WORKED with father in the bush<br>At splitting rails and palings.<br>He never was unkind to me,<br>Although he “had his failings:”<br>And now his grave is old and green,<br>And now at times I’m rather<br>Inclined to think ’twas very mean<br>The way I treated father.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The mother had for years been dead,<br>And Dad and I and Stumpy<br>Were living in a little shed—<br>What bushmen call a humpy;<br>And now I think when day began,<br>And it was cold and chilly,<br>’Twas mean to see a grey old man<br>Get up and boil the billy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And though my lazy limbs were stiff;<br>And though ’twas winter weather.<br>And though my eyes were shut as if<br>The lids were glued together,<br>I think ’twas mean to lie in bed;<br>I think that I was silly,<br>Because I growled if father said,<br>“Git up and bile the billy!”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I didn’t help the cooking much<br>For I was always “tired”—<br>’Twas strange that I could eat with such<br>An appetite as I had;<br>But now I mind I never growled<br>When father shouted, “Willie!<br>It’s gittin’ on for dinnertime;<br>Go home and bile the hilly.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His grave is growing old and green<br>And things have altered rather;<br>But still I think ’twas mighty mean<br>The way I treated father.<br>He left a tidy sum to me,<br>But I’d give all the money<br>To hear him say, “Will you get up<br>And bile the billy, Sonny?”</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> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408964" data-title="The Way I Treated Father [A Bush Song] de Henry Lawson" data-description="I WORKED with father in the bush At splitting rails and palings. He never was unkind to me, Although he “had his failings:” And now his grave is old and green, And now at times I’m rather Inclined to think ’twas very mean The way I treated..."></div> </div> </div>

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