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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408933" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Squatter, Three Cornstalks, and the Well</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was a Squatter in the land—<br>So runs the truthful tale I tell—<br>There also were three cornstalks, and<br>There also was the Squatter’s Well.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Singing (slowly): “Sin and sorrer, sin and sor-rer, sin and sor-r-r-rer.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Squatter he was full of pluck,<br>The Cornstalks they were full of sin,<br>The well it was half full of muck<br>That many rains had drifted in.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Singing (with increased feeling): “Sin, &c.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Squatter hired the Cornstalks Three<br>To cleanse the well of mud and clay;<br>And so they started willing-lee<br>At five-and-twenty bob a day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Singing (apprehensively): “Sin, &c.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At five-and-twenty bob the lot—<br>That’s eight-and-four the day would bring<br>To each; and so they thought they’d got<br>A rather soft and easy thing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Singing (sadly): “Sin, &c.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Cornstalks cleaned the well within<br>A day or two, or thereabout—<br>And then they worked an awful sin—<br>A scheme to make the job last out.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Singing (reproachfully): “Sin and sorrer, &c.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For when the well was cleaned out quite<br>Of all its logs and muck and clay<br>They tipped a drayload down at night<br>And worked to haul it up next day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Singing (dismally): “Sin, &c.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But first the eldest, christened Hodge,<br>He greased the dray-wheel axles, so<br>The super wouldn’t smell the dodge<br>And couldn’t let the Squatter know.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Singing (hopelessly): “Sin and sorrer, &c.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The stuff they surfaced out each day<br>With some surprise the Squatter saw.<br>He never dreamt the sand and clay<br>Was three miles off the night before.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Singing (mournfully): “Sin and sorrer, &c.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But he got something in his eye;<br>It wasn’t green, that’s very plain.<br>He said the well was rather dry,<br>And they could fill it up again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Singing (mournfully and dismally): “Sin and sorrer, &c.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Cornstalks went to work next day<br>In hope, of course, of extra tin—<br>The Squatter watched, and, sad to say,<br>The mullock wouldn’t all go in.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Singing (with great pathos): “Sin and sorrer, &c.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And though the Cornstalks twigged the ruse<br>Whereby the boss had done ’em brown,<br>They argued that the clay was loose,<br>And wanted time to settle down.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Singing (hopelessly): “Sin and sorrer, &c.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The boss began to rave and tear,<br>And yelled with a most awful frown,<br>“I will not settle up, I swear,<br>Till that there clay is settled down!”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Singing (hopefully): “Sin, &c.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Before my cheques yer’Il pocket, boys,<br>Yer’ll put a mountain in a well”—<br>The Cornstalks didn’t make a noise,<br>They only murmured sadly—!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Singing (triumphantly): “Sin and sorrer, &c.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">MORAL:<br>There is a moral to my rhyme—<br>A moral to the dirge I sing—<br>That when you do go in for crime<br>You mustn’t overdoo the thing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Singing (more dismally than ever): “Sin and sorrer, s-i-n and sor-r-r-r-rer!”</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Lawson">Henry Lawson</a><div class=q>
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Singing (slowly): “Sin and sorrer, sin and sor-rer, sin and sor-r-r-rer.”

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