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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=357736" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Old Town Types No.2 - Red Matt</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=357736" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">He gleaned all the gossip and he gathered all the news,<br>Mad Matt, the carrier, delivering the grub;<br>He knew the trooper's tattle and he knew the parson's views,<br>The gossip at the station-yard, the gossip at the pub.<br>That high-pitched voice of his, the loudest voice in town,<br>That shrewd blue eye of his, with humor all a-gleam -<br>Old Red Matt, with his cabbage-tree hat,<br>His trolley, and his two-horse team.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=357736" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Driving down the main street a-clatter with his load,<br>The great red beard of him blowing out behind:<br>'Hear about that accident's mornin' up the road?<br>Hear about the gold rush at Joe Scott's find?<br>Warmish sort o' day we got; thirsty weather this.<br>Got a bag o' spuds for you - Dang! Fergot the cream!'<br>Says old Red Matt with his cabbage-tree hat,<br>And his trolley, and his two-horse team.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=357736" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Mad Matt, the carrier, standing at the bar:<br>'Well here's a go, boys. Got to get along<br>Seven pints I've had today and still to travel far.<br>Drink fast and drive fast, yeh can't go wrong.<br>Fill 'em up again, boss, ans hove it on the slate.<br>Half-a-ton aboard today - just tipped the beam,'<br>Says old red Matt with the cabbage-tree hat,<br>And his trolley, and his two-horse team.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=357736" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Sudden were his wild ways, sudden, too, his end.<br>Jumped to grab a bolting team with kiddie sin the trap;<br>And they picked up Mad Matt, everybody's friend,<br>Silent now and broken; and they said, 'Brave chap.<br>Wild an' all,' they said of him, 'always was a white man.'<br>And they laid him, with a blessing, where his old mates dream,<br>Saying, 'So long, Matt, with your cabbage-tree hat,<br>And your trolley, and your two-horse team.'</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=Clarence+Michael+James+Stanislaus+Dennis">Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis</a></strong></div>

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