Click in the field, then press CTRL+C to copy the HTML code
<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/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">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 &quot;hogs&quot; when he's nought for a boss<br>But a broken-down squatter like me!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">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.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">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.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">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.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">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.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'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.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Andrew+Barton+Paterson">Andrew Barton Paterson</a><div class=q>
<img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share">
<script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344086" data-title="The Broken-Down Squatter de Andrew Barton Paterson" data-description="Come, Stumpy, old man, we must shift while we can;
All our mates in the paddock are dead.
Let us wave our farewells to Glen Eva's sweet dells
And the hills where your lordship was bred;
Together to roam from our drought-stricken home
It seems hard..."></div>
</div>
</div>