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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344057" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Shearing With a Hoe</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344057" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The track that led to Carmody's is choked and overgrown, <br>The suckers of the stringybark have made the place their own; <br>The mountain rains have cut the track that once we used to know <br>When first we rode to Carmody's, a score of years ago. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344057" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The shearing shed at Carmody's was slab and stringybark, <br>The press was just a lever beam, invented in the Ark; <br>But Mrs Carmody was cook -- and shearers' hearts would glow <br>With praise of grub at Carmody's, a score of years ago. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344057" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">At shearing time no penners-up would curse their fate and weep, <br>For Fragrant Fred -- the billy-goat -- was trained to lead the sheep; <br>And racing down the rattling chutes the bleating mob would go <br>Behind their horned man from Cook's, a score of years ago. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344057" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">An owner of the olden time, his patriarchal shed <br>Was innocent of all machines or gadgets overhead: <br>And pieces, locks and super-fleece together used to go <br>To fill the bales at Carmody's, a score of years ago. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344057" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">A ringer from the western sheds, whose fame was wide and deep, <br>Was asked to take a vacant pen and shear a thousand sheep. <br>"Of course, we've only got the blades!" "Well, what I want to know: <br>Why don't you get a bloke to take it off 'em with a hoe?"</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Andrew+Barton+Paterson">Andrew Barton Paterson</a></strong></div>

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