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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344163" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Squatter Of The Olden Time</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344163" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I'll sing to you a fine new song, made by my blessed mate,<br>Of a fine Australian squatter who had a fine estate,<br>Who swore by right pre-emptive at a sanguinary rate<br>That by his rams, his ewes, his lambs, Australia was made great<br>Like a fine Australian squatter, one of the olden time.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344163" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">His hut around was hung with guns, whips, spurs, and boots and shoes,<br>And kettles and tin pannikins to hold the tea he brews;<br>And here his worship lolls at ease and takes his smoke and snooze,<br>And quaffs his cup of hysouskin, the beverage old chums choose<br>Like a fine Australian squatter, one of the olden time.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344163" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And when shearing time approaches he opens hut to all,<br>And though ten thousand are his flocks, he featly shears them all,<br>Even to the scabby wanderer you'd think no good at all;<br>For while he fattens all the great, he boils down all the small<br>Like a fine old Murray squatter, one of the olden time.<br>And when his worship comes to town his agents for to see,<br>His wool to ship, his beasts to sell, he lives right merrily;<br>The club his place of residence, as becomes a bush J.P.,<br>He darkly hints that Thompson's run from scab is scarcely free<br>This fine old Murray settler, one of the olden time.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344163" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And now his fortune he has made to England straight goes he,<br>But finds with grief he's not received as he had hoped to be.<br>His friends declare his habits queer, his language much too free,<br>And are somewhat apt to cross the street when him they chance to see<br>This fine Australian squatter, the boy of the olden time.</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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