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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344086" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Broken-Down Squatter</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344086" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Come, Stumpy, old man, we must shift while we can;<br>All our mates in the paddock are dead.<br>Let us wave our farewells to Glen Eva's sweet dells<br>And the hills where your lordship was bred;<br>Together to roam from our drought-stricken home<br>It seems hard that such things have to be,<br>And its hard on a "hogs" when he's nought for a boss<br>But a broken-down squatter like me!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344086" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">For the banks are all broken, they say,<br>And the merchants are all up a tree.<br>When the bigwigs are brought to the Bankruptcy Court,<br>What chance for a squatter like me.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344086" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">No more shall we muster the river for fats,<br>Or spiel on the Fifteen-mile plain,<br>Or rip through the scrub by the light of the moon,<br>Or see the old stockyard again.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344086" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Leave the slip-panels down, it won't matter much now,<br>There are none but the crows left to see,<br>Perching gaunt in yon pine, as though longing to dine<br>On a broken-down squatter like me.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344086" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">When the country was cursed with the drought at its worst,<br>And the cattle were dying in scores,<br>Though down on my luck, I kept up my pluck,<br>Thinking justice might temper the laws.<br>But the farce has been played, and the Government aid<br>Ain't extended to squatters, old son;<br>When my dollars were spent they doubled the rent,<br>And resumed the best half of the run.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344086" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Twas done without reason, for leaving the season<br>No squatter could stand such a rub;<br>For it's useless to squat when the rents are so hot<br>That one can't save the price of one's grub;<br>And there's not much to choose 'twixt the banks and the Jews<br>Once a fellow gets put up a tree;<br>No odds what I feel, there's no court of appeal<br> For a broken-down squatter like me.</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>