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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538508" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Stockyard Liar</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">If ever you're handling a rough one<br>There's bound to be perched on the rails<br>Of the Stockyard some grizzled old tough one<br>Whose flow of advice never fails;<br>There are plenty of course, who aspire<br>To make plain that you're only a dunce,<br>But the most insupportable liar<br>Is the man who has ridden 'em once. <br>He will tell you a tale and a rum one,<br>With never a smile on his face,<br>How he broke for old Somebody Some-one<br>At some unapproachable place;<br>How they bucked and they snorted and squealed,<br>How he spurred 'em and flogged 'em, and how<br>He would gallop 'em round till they reeled -<br>But he's 'getting too old for it now'. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">How you're standing too far from her shoulder,<br>Or too jolly close to the same,<br>How he could have taught you to hold her<br>In the days when he 'followed the game';<br>He will bustle, annoy and un-nerve us<br>Till even our confidence fails -<br>O Shade of old Nimrod! preserve us<br>From the beggar that sits on the rails! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">How your reins you are holding too tightly,<br>Your girths might as well be unloosed,<br>How 'young chaps' don't handle them rightly,<br>And horses don't buck 'like they used';<br>Till at last, in a bit of passion,<br>You ask him in choicest 'Barcoo'<br>To go and be hanged in a fashion<br>That turns the whole atmosphere blue! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the chances are strong the old buffer<br>Has been talking for something to say,<br>And never rode anything rougher<br>Than the shaft of old Somebody's dray;<br>And the horses he thinks he has broken<br>Are clothes-horses sawn out of pine,<br>And his yarns to us simply betoken<br>The start of a senile decline. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There are laws for our proper protection<br>From murder and theft and the rest,<br>But the criminal wanting inspection<br>Is riding a rail in the West;<br>And the law that the country requires<br>At the hands of her statesmen of sense<br>Is the law that makes meat of the liars<br>That can sit a rough buck - on the fence!</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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There's bound to be perched on the rails
Of the Stockyard some grizzled old tough one
Whose flow of advice never fails;
There are plenty of course, who aspire
To make plain that you're only a dunce,
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