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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408972" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Those Foreign Engineers</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Old Ivan McIvanovitch, with knitted brow of care,<br>Has climbed up from the engine-room to get a breath of air;<br>He slowly wipes the grease and sweat from hairy face and neck.<br>And from beneath his bushy brows he glowers around the deck. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The weirdest Russian in the fleet, whose words are strange to hear,<br>He seems to run the battleship, though but an engineer.<br>He is not great, he has no rank, and he is far from rich—<br>’Tis strange the admiral salutes old McIvanovitch. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He gives the order ‘Whusky!’ ere he goes below once more—<br>And ‘Whusky’ is a Russian word I never heard before;<br>Perhaps some Tartar dialect, because, you know, you’ll meet<br>Some very various Muscovites aboard the Baltic fleet. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And on another battleship that sailed out from Japan<br>The boss of all the engineers, you’ll find another man<br>With flaming hair and eyes like steel, and he is six-foot three—<br>His name is Jock McNogo, and a fearsome Jap is he. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He wears a beard upon his chest, his face you won’t forget,<br>His like was never found amongst the heathen idols yet;<br>His words are awesome words to hear, his lightest smile is grim,<br>And daily in the engine-room the heathen bow to him. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now, if the fleets meet in the North and settle matters there,<br>Say, how will McIvanovitch and Jock McNogo fare?<br>But if you ken that Russian and that Jap, you needn’t fret,<br>They’ll hae a drap, or maybe twa, some nicht in Glesca yet. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Those foreigners will ship again aboard some foreign boat,<br>And do their best to drive her through and keep the tub afloat.<br>They’ll stir the foreign greasers up and prove from whence they came—<br>And all to win the bawbees for the wife and bairns at hame.</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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Has climbed up from the engine-room to get a breath of air;
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