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The subjoined is one of the Songs of the Squatters written by the Hon Robert Lowe afterwards Viscount Sherbrooke while resident in New South Wales	A
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The Commissioner bet me a pony I won	B
So he cut off exactly two thirds of my run	B
For he said I was making a fortune too fast	C
And profit gained slower the longer would last	C
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He remarked as devouring my mutton he sat	D
That I suffered my sheep to grow sadly too fat	D
That they wasted waste land did prerogative brown	E
And rebelliously nibbled the droits of the Crown	E
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That the creek that divided my station in two	F
Showed that Nature designed that two fees should be due	F
Mr Riddle assured me 'twas paid but for show	G
But he kept it and spent it that's all that I know	G
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The Commissioner fined me because I forgot	H
To return an old ewe that was ill of the rot	H
And a poor wry necked lamb that we kept for a pet	I
And he said it was treason such things to forget	I
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The Commissioner pounded my cattle because	J
They had mumbled the scrub with their famishing jaws	J
On the part of the run he had taken away	K
And he sold them by auction the costs to defray	K
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The Border Police they were out all the day	K
To look for some thieves who had ransacked my dray	K
But the thieves they continued in quiet and peace	L
For they'd robbed it themselves had the Border Police	L
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When the white thieves had left me the black thieves appeared	M
My shepherds they waddied my cattle they speared	M
But for fear of my licence I said not a word	M
For I knew it was gone if the Government heard	M
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The Commissioner's bosom with anger was filled	M
Against me because my poor shepherd was killed	M
So he straight took away the last third of my run	B
And got it transferred to the name of his son	B
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The son had from Cambridge been lately expelled	M
And his licence for preaching most justly withheld	M
But this is no cause the Commissioner says	N
Why he should not be fit for a licence to graze	O
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The cattle that had not been sold at the pound	M
He took with the run at five shillings all round	M
And the sheep the blacks left me at sixpence a head	M
A very good price the Commissioner said	M
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The Governor told me I justly was served	M
That Commissioners never from duty had swerved	M
But that if I'd a fancy for any more land	M
For one pound an acre he'd plenty on hand	M
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I'm not very proud I can dig in a bog	P
Feed pigs or for firewood can split up a log	Q
Clean shoes riddle cinders or help to boil down	E
Or whatever you please but graze lands of the Crown	E

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