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Thread #168402   Message #4068907
Posted By: Stewie
19-Aug-20 - 11:35 PM
Thread Name: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
Below is my transcription of a Martyn Wyndham-Read rendition:

(Cherles Flower)

Come, Stumpy, old man, we must shift whilst we can,
Your mates in the paddock are dead
We must bid our farewell to Glen Even's fair dell
The place where your master was bred
Together we'll roam from our drought-stricken home
Seems hard that such things have to be,
And it's hard on the horse when he's nought for a boss
But a broken-down squatter like me

And the banks are all broken they say
And the merchants are all up a tree
When the bigwigs are brought to the bankruptcy court
What chance for a squatter like me?

No more we will muster the river for fats
Nor speed on the fifteen-mile plain
Nor rip through the scrub by the light of the moon
Nor see the old homestead again
Leave the slip-panels down, they don't matter much now,
There's none but the crows left to see,
Perching gaunt on a pine, as though longing to dine
On a broken-down squatter like me.


When the country was cursed with the drought at its worst
The cattle were dying in scores
Though down on me luck, I kept up me pluck
Thinking justice might soften the laws
But the farce had been played, and the government aid
Ain't extended to squatters, old son;
When me money was spent, they doubled the rent
And resumed the best part of the run


Twas done without reason, for leaving the season
No squatter could stand such a rub
And it's useless to squat when the rents are so hot
That you can't save the price of your grub
And there's not much to choose 'tween the banks and the screws
When a fellow gets put up a tree
Theres's no odds how I feel, there's no court of appeal
For a broken-down squatter like me


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