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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538505" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Second Whip Explains</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now, gatherin' 'ounds is a job I like <br>W'en the winter day draws in, <br>W'en shadows are lyin' by every dyke <br>An' creepin' out o' the whin ; <br>W'en 'Armony 's missin' an' Houtcast too, <br>An' the Master 'e says to me- <br>'Jim, you go back to that gorse we drew, <br>For it's there them beggars 'll be ! ' <br>Oh, gatherin' 'ounds is the job I love, <br>W'en the dark comes down on the thorn <br>An' the moon is 'ung in the sky above <br>Like a glitterin' 'untin' 'orn <br>W'en I ride the banks like a glidin' ghost <br>An' the dips like a witch o' fear- <br>This is the job wot I loves the most <br>In the darkest days o' the year. <br>Though it's me that knows that the cunnin' old rags <br>Will be 'alfway 'ome by now, <br>0' course if you're sent for a 'ound wot lags <br>You must do as you're ordered 'ow; <br>An' it's allus the custom, so I've found, <br>With a pack worth callin' a pack <br>That a Whip goes back for the missin' 'ound- <br>An' it's mostly me goes back! <br>Though I know the beggars is runnin' the road <br>On a breast-high scent o' soup, <br>Will I use my brains ? - No, I 'll be blowed <br>If I 'd ever so 'umble stoop; <br>If they think that a fox'ound don't have wits, <br>Let 'em think so, then, I say! <br>Some folk must gather up sense by bits <br>As a fed 'oss gathers 'is 'ay. <br>No, I don't 'alf mind keepin' long late hours, <br>For it's all in the day for me, <br>An' I know there's a glass to be 'ad at the Towers, <br>An' there's Oakwood Farm for tea, <br>With a pail o' gruel all mixed, I guess, <br>An' a stall that the old 'oss knows, <br>An' a seat by the kitchen fire wi' Bess <br>W'en the cook an' the 'ousemaid goes!<br>An' that's wy I ride so cheery back <br>W'en the Master says to me - <br>'Jim ' - wi' 'is keen heye hover the pack - , <br>I am two' ounds short, or three.' <br>An' that's wy I 'm Houtcast's honly friend <br>An' 'Armony's life-long pal, <br>Because if they kept wi' the pack to the end, <br>Well - 'ow would I see my gal?</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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W'en the winter day draws in, 
W'en shadows are lyin' by every dyke 
An' creepin' out o' the whin ; 
W'en 'Armony 's missin' an' Houtcast too, 
An' the Master 'e says to me- 
'Jim, you go back to that gorse w..."></div>
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