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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538470" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>His Gippsland Girl</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now, money was scarce and work was slack <br> And love to his heart Crept in, <br>And he rode away on the Northern track <br> To war with the world and win; <br>And he vowed by the locket upon his breast <br> And its treasure, one red gold curl, <br>To work with with a will in the fartherest West <br> For the sake of his Gippsland girl. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The hot wind blows on the dusty plain <br> And the red sun burns above, <br>But he sees her face at his side again, <br> And he strikes each blow for love. <br>He toils by the light of one far-off star <br> For the winning of one white pearl, <br>And the swinging pick and the driving bar <br> Strike home for the Gippsland girl. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">With an aching wrist and a back that's bent, <br> With salt sweat blinding eyes, <br>'Tis little he'd reek if his life were spent <br> In the winning so grand a prize. <br>His shear blades flash and over his hand <br> The folds of the white fleece curl, <br>And all day long he sticks to his stand <br> For the love of his Gippsland girl. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the shearing's done and the shed's cut out <br> On Barwon and Narran and Bree; <br>When the shearer mates with the rouseabout <br> And the Union man with the free; <br>When the doors of the shanty, open wide, <br> An uproarious welcome hurl, <br>He passes by on the other side <br> For the sake of his gippsland girl. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When summer lay brown on the Western Land <br> He rode once more to the South, <br>Athirst for the touch of a lily hand <br> And the kiss of a rosebud mouth; <br>And he sang the songs that shorten the way, <br> And he envied not king or earl, <br>And he spared not the spur in his dappled grey <br> For the sake of his Gippsland girl. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">At the garden gate when the shadows fell <br> His hopes in the dusk lay dead; <br>'Nelli? Oh! Surely you heard that Nell <br> Is married a month' they said. <br>He spoke no word; with a dull, dumb pain <br> At his heart, and his brain awhirl <br>He turned his grey to the North again <br> For the sake of his Gippsland girl. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And he rung the board in a Paroo shed <br> By the sweat of his aching brow, <br>But he blued his cheque, for he grimly said, <br> 'There is nothing to live for now.' <br>And out and away where the big floods start <br> And the Darling dust-showers swirl, <br>There's a drunken shearer who broke his heart <br> Over a Gippsland girl! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">William H Ogilvie</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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 And love to his heart Crept in, 
And he rode away on the Northern track 
 To war with the world and win; 
And he vowed by the locket upon his breast 
 And its treasure, one red gold curl, 
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