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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344164" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Squatter's Man</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come, all ye lads an' list to me,<br>That's left your homes an' crossed the sea,<br>To try your fortune, bound or free,<br>All in this golden land.<br>For twelve long months I had to pace,<br>Humping my swag with a cadging face,<br>Sleeping in the bush, like the sable race,<br>As in my song you'll understand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Unto this country I did come,<br>A regular out-and-out new chum.<br>I then abhorred the sight of rum<br>Teetotal was my plan.<br>But soon I learned to wet one eye<br>Misfortune oft-times made me sigh.<br>To raise fresh funds I was forced to fly,<br>And be a squatter's man.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Soon at a station I appeared.<br>I saw the squatter with his beard,<br>And up to him I boldly steered,<br>With my swag and billy-can.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I said, &quot;Kind sir, I want a job!&quot;<br>Said he, &quot;Do you know how to snob<br>Or can you break in a bucking cob?&quot;<br>Whilst my figure he well did scan.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;'Tis now I want a useful cove<br>To stop at home and not to rove.<br>The scamps go about—a regular drove<br>I 'spose you're one of the clan?<br>But I'll give ten—ten, sugar an' tea;<br>Ten bob a week, if you'll suit me,<br>And very soon I hope you'll be<br>A handy squatter's man.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;At daylight you must milk the cows,<br>Make butter, cheese, an' feed the sows,<br>Put on the kettle, the cook arouse,<br>And clean the family shoes.<br>The stable an' sheep yard clean out,<br>And always answer when we shout,<br>With ‘Yes, ma'am,' and ‘No, sir,' mind your mouth;<br>And my youngsters don't abuse.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;You must fetch wood an' water, bake an' boil,<br>Act as butcher when we kill;<br>The corn an' taters you must hill,<br>Keep the garden spick and span.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You must not scruple in the rain<br>To take to market all the grain.<br>Be sure you come sober back again<br>To be a squatter's man.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He sent me to an old bark hut,<br>Inhabited by a greyhound slut,<br>Who put her fangs through my poor fut,<br>And, snarling, off she ran.<br>So once more I'm looking for a job,<br>Without a copper in my fob.<br>With Ben Hall or Gardiner I'd rather rob,<br>Than be a squatter's man.</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>
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That's left your homes an' crossed the sea,
To try your fortune, bound or free,
All in this golden land.
For twelve long months I had to pace,
Humping my swag with a cadging face,
Sleeping in the bush, like the sa..."></div>
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