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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529369" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>O'Toole And McSharry</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the valley of the Lachlan, where the perfume from the pines <br>Fills the glowing summer air like incense spreading;<br>Where the silent flowing river like a bar of silver shines<br>When the winter moon it pallid beams is shedding;<br>In a hut on a selection, near a still and silent pool,<br>Lived two mates, who used to shear and fence and carry;<br>The one was known near and far as Dandy Dan O'Toole<br>And the other as Cornelius McSharry.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And they'd share each other's blankets, and each other's horses ride,<br>And go off together shearing in the summer;<br>They would canter on from sunrise to the gloaming, side by side,<br>While McSharry rode the Barb and Dan the Drummer.<br>And the boys along the Lachlan recognised it as a rule<br>From Eugowra to the plains of Wanandarry,<br>That if ever love was stronger than McSharry's for O'Toole<br>'Twas the love O'Toole extended to McSharry.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And their love might have continued and been constant to the end<br>And they might have still been affable and jolly,<br>But they halted at a shanty where the river takes a bend,<br>And were waited on by Doolan's daughter, Polly.<br>Now, this pretty Polly Doolan was so natty, neat and cool<br>And so pleasant that they both agreed to tarry,<br>For she winked her dexter eyelid at susceptible O'Toole,<br>While she slyly winked the other — at McSharry.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So they drank her health in bumpers till the rising of the moon,<br>And she had them both in bondage so completely<br>That each time they talked of going she said, &quot;Must you go so soon?&quot;<br>And they couldn't go, she smiled at them so sweetly.<br>Dan O'Toole grew sentimental and McSharry played the fool,<br>Though they each had sworn an oath they'd never marry,<br>Yet the self-same dart from Cupid's bow that vanquished Dan O'Toole<br>Had gone through the heart of honest Con McSharry.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then McSharry thought if Dandy Dan got drunk and went to bed,<br>He (McSharry) could indulge his little folly,<br>And Dan thought if McSharry once in drunken sleep lay spread,<br>He could have a little flirt with pretty Polly;<br>So they kept the bottle going till they both were pretty full,<br>And yet each rival seemed inclined to tarry;<br>The precise amount of pain-killer it took to fill O'Toole,<br>Was required to close the optics of McSharry. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So the rivals lost their tempers and they called each other names<br>And disturbed the Doolan children from their pillows,<br>And when Doolan came and told them that he wouldn't have such games,<br>They must go and fight it out beneath the willows.<br>So they went beneath the willows, near a deep and shady pool,<br>With as much inside as each of them could carry,<br>And McSharry started thumping the proboscis of O'Toole,`<br>And O'Toole retaliated on McSharry.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And they fought till they were winded, and yet neither had the best,<br>Though from each of them the blood was freely flowing;<br>And they paused at last to breathe awhile and take a moment's rest,<br>But O'Toole's two eyes with rage were fairly glowing;<br>Then without a moment's warning he charged forward like a bull,<br>And before poor Con had time to run or parry,<br>With a terrible momentum the big head of Dan O'Toole<br>Went bump! into the stomach of McSharry.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when the force of the concussion laid McSharry out quite still<br>With his feet above his head among the bushes,<br>While O'Toole, with the momentum, cannoned madly down the hill<br>And fell plump in the lagoon among the rushes.<br>Like a weedy river-god he climbed the far side of the pool,<br>And he did not for one single moment tarry,<br>For the curse of Cain was in the brain of Dandy Dan O'Toole,<br>Who felt certain he had settled poor McSharry.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now, while Dan O'Toole was stealing through the still and silent night,<br>And his aching brain with pain-killer was throbbing,<br>McSharry lay and listened, till his heart stood still with fright,<br>And he eased his guilty soul with silent sobbing.<br>For he heard his boon companion falling headlong in the pool,<br>And he thought he was as dead as poor old Harry,<br>And McSharry mourned the drowning of poor Dandy Dan O'Toole,<br>While O'Toole was sadly weeping for McSharry.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the valley of the Lachlan never more will know the men<br>That were once so loving, frolicsome and frisky,<br>For OToole cleared out to Queensland and was never seen again,<br>While McSharry started south and took to whisky.<br>And McSharry, in his nightmare,often sees that fatal pool,<br>And the pricks of guilty conscience tries to parry;<br>While away among the back-blocks wanders Dandy Dan O'Toole,<br>Always flying from the ghost of Con McSharry.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+E.+Spencer">Thomas E. 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