The Mudcat Café TM
Thread #39000   Message #551390
Posted By: Pene Azul
16-Sep-01 - 03:55 AM
Thread Name: Lyr Req: The Broken-Down Squatter
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Come, Stumpy, old man, we must shift while we can,
All your mates in the Paddock are dead;
Let us wave our farewells to Glen Eva's sweet dells,
And the hills where your master was bred,
Together to roam from our drought stricken home
Seems hard that such things have to be,
And it's hard on the horse when he's nought for a boss,
But a broken-down squatter like me.

For the banks are all broken they say,
And the merchants are all up a tree;
When the bigwigs are brought to the bankruptcy court,
What chance for a squatter like me?

No more shall we muster the river for strays,
Or run on the fifteen-mile plain,
Or dash through the scrub by the light of the moon,
Or see the old homestead again.
Leave the sliprailings down, they don't matter much now,
For there's none but the crows left to see,
Perching gaunt in the pine, as though looking to dine
On a broken-down squatter like me.

When the country was cursed with the drought at its worst,
And the cattle were dying in scores
Though down on my luck, I kept up my pluck,
Thinking justice might soften the laws;
But the farce had been played, and the Government aid
Ain't extended to squatters, old son;
When my money was spent, they doubled the rent
And resumed the best part of the run.