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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408990" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Uncle Harry</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, never let on to your own true love <br>That ever you drank a drop; <br>That ever you played in a two-up school <br>Or slept in a sly-grog shop; <br>That ever a bad girl nursed you round – <br>That ever you sank so low. <br>But she pulled you through, and it's only you <br>And your old mate Harry know. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Billy the Link&quot; they called you then, <br>And it makes me sad to think <br>Of the strenuous days when it took three cops <br>And a pimp to couple the Link. <br>&quot;Mister Linkhurst&quot; they call you now, <br>And your kitchen garden grows; <br>And no one knows in your family, <br>But your Uncle Harry knows. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, never let on to your fair young bride <br>How a &quot;straight&quot; girl stabbed your heart <br>With a devilish wire to the Western side <br>Where we were a world apart. <br>With pick and shovel you fought it out <br>Where the red sirocco blows; <br>And no one knew in the gang save you – <br>But your old mate Harry knows. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, never let on to your own good wife, <br>For a tender heart has she, <br>Of the girl that loved and the girl that lies <br>In the graveyard there by the sea! <br>'Twas not for his &quot;manners&quot; she loved the cad, <br>'Twas not for his verse or prose, <br>But the pity she felt for the country lad – <br>And your Uncle Harry knows. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The bad girl went where the bad girls go <br>And I see her dark eyes yet; <br>The good girl left me her broken heart, <br>But I trow that their souls have met. <br>The cry of the heart we send not forth <br>On every wind that blows; <br>You are hiding a sorrow from someone now – <br>But your Uncle Harry knows.</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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That ever you drank a drop; 
That ever you played in a two-up school 
Or slept in a sly-grog shop; 
That ever a bad girl nursed you round – 
That ever you sank so low. 
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