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Thread #39000   Message #551387
Posted By: Egmond
16-Sep-01 - 03:50 AM
Thread Name: Lyr Req: The Broken-Down Squatter
Subject: Does anyone recognise this song?
Many years ago when I first started singing in folk clubs I learnt a song that I have long since forgotten. Having recently restarted singing in clubs again I wondered if any one had the words to it. Unfortunately I can only remember the chorus and the first two verses. The first verse went,

Oh come, stumpy old man, let us shift while we can.
All your mates in the paddock are dead.
Let us bid a farewell to Glen Evens sweet dell
And the place where your lordship was bred
All together we rode from our drought-stricken home
It’s sad that such things have to be
And it’s hard on a horse when he got for a boss
A broken-down squatter like me

Chorus:
And the banks are all broken they say
And the merchants are all up a tree
When the bigwigs are brought to the bankruptcy courts
What chance a poor squatter like me?

I have tried searching the DigiTrad but nothing comes up.
Can anyone help please?

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