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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529372" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Rouseabout</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In a humble hut, on a scrubby flat,<br>Near the land of the setting sun,<br>Lived a simple but honest rouseabout,<br>Who rejoiced in the name of Dunn.<br>He could warble as sweet as a bandicoot,<br>He could dance like a kangaroo,<br>His age, it was just about four-feet ten,<br>And his height about thirty-two.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He worshipped a beautiful female maid<br>Who lived on a distant plain;<br>Whose husband had gone to a far-off land,<br>And had never come back again.<br>She had bright blue hair, she had rosy eyes,<br>And her cheeks were of golden hue.<br>So Tommy set off, as the sun went down,<br>To tell her he loved her true.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He traversed the hills and the mountain peaks,<br>He climbed up a rugged plain,<br>He swam the beds of the dried-up creeks<br>And he tramped o'er the raging main.<br>He saw not the wind on the distant hills,<br>He heard not the rising moon,<br>For his soul was dead, and his burning head<br>Was as calm as a big monsoon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His eye, like a hurricane, roared aloud,<br>His voice, like the lightning flashed,<br>The blustering blizzard it boomed and burst<br>As on through the dust he splashed.<br>He rode on a flea-bitten chestnut mare,<br>With a patent pneumatic tyre;<br>And the sparks from the feet of his flying steed<br>Set Billabong Creek on fire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He leapt from the train at the half-way house,<br>And stood at the maiden's door;<br>He wept at the sight of that dear old spot<br>Which he never had seen before;<br>He stood on his head at the maiden's feet,<br>And he begged her his lot to share,<br>Then, brushing tear from his glist'ning ear,<br>He spoke of his dumb despair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;See! see!&quot; he exclaimed to the winsome maid,<br>in syllables tall and sweet,<br>&quot;The whole of my expectations I cast<br>At thy beautiful, blushing feet.<br>For you I would live - through eternity!<br>Say ‘yes' - for my own sweet sake,<br>And without a murmur I'll sacrifice <br>All the millions I hope to make.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then the maiden rested her blushing nose<br>For a moment on Tommy's chest,<br>And she said, as she cuddled his crumpled form<br>To her soft and capacious breast,<br>&quot;As I have been true in the years to come,<br>I'll be true in the past,&quot; said she.<br>And she winked her ear at a native bear<br>That was perched on a pumpkin tree.</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. Spencer</a><div class=q>
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Near the land of the setting sun,
Lived a simple but honest rouseabout,
Who rejoiced in the name of Dunn.
He could warble as sweet as a bandicoot,
He could dance like a kangaroo,
His age, it was just about four-..."></div>
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