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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538468" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Harry Morant</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Harry Morant was a friend I had<br>In the years long passed away,<br>A chivalrous, wild and reckless lad,<br>A knight born out of his day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Full of romance and void of fears,<br>With a love of the world’s applause,<br>He should have been one of the cavaliers<br>Who fought in King Charles’s cause.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He loved a girl, and he loved a horse,<br>And he never let down a friend,<br>And reckless he was, but he rode his course<br>With courage up to the end.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Breaker Morant” was the name he earned,<br>For no bucking horse could throw<br>This Englishman who had lived and learned <br>As much as the bushmen know.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Many a mile have we crossed together,<br>Out where the great plains lie,<br>To the clink of bit and the creak of leather –<br>Harry Morant and I.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Time and again we would challenge Fate<br>With some wild and reckless “dare”,<br>Shoving some green colt over a gate<br>As though with a neck to spare.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At times in a wilder mood than most<br>We would face them at naked wire,<br>Trusting the sight of a gidyea post<br>Would lift them a half-foot higher.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And once we galloped a steeplechase<br>For a bet – ’twas a short half-mile<br>While one jump only, the stiffest place<br>In a fence of the old bush style.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A barrier built of blue-gum rails<br>As thick as a big man’s thigh,<br>And mortised into the posts – no nails –<br>Unbreakable, four foot high.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Since both our horses were young and green<br>And had never jumped or raced,<br>Were we men who had tired of this earthly scene<br>We could scarce have been better placed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Off” cried “The Breaker”, and off we went<br>And he stole a length of lead,<br>Over the neck of the grey I bent<br>And we charged the fence full speed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The brown horse slowed and tried to swerve,<br>But his rider with master hand<br>And flaming courage and iron nerve<br>Made him lift and leap and land.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He rapped it hard with every foot<br>And was nearly down on his nose;<br>Then I spurred the grey and followed suit<br>And, praise to the gods – he rose!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He carried a splinter with both his knees<br>And a hind-leg left some skin,<br>But we caught them up at the wilga trees<br>Sitting down for the short run-in.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They grey was game and he carried on <br>But the brown had a bit to spare;<br>The post was passed, my pound was gone,<br>And a laugh was all my share.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“The Breaker” is sleeping in some far place<br>Where the Boer War heroes lie,<br>And we’ll meet no more in a steeplechase –<br>Harry Morant and I.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Henry+Ogilvie">William Henry Ogilvie</a><div class=q>
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In the years long passed away,
A chivalrous, wild and reckless lad,
A knight born out of his day.

Full of romance and void of fears,
With a love of the world’s applause,
He should have been one of the cavaliers
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