Robert Lowe Sherbrooke

(1811 - 1892 / England)

Robert Lowe Sherbrooke Poems

1. Song Of The Squatter 1/1/2004
Best Poem of Robert Lowe Sherbrooke

Song Of The Squatter

The Commissioner bet me a pony—I won,
So he cut off exactly two-thirds of my run;
For he said I was making a fortune too fast,
And profit gained slower the longer would last.

He remarked, as devouring my mutton he sat,
That I suffered my sheep to grow sadly too fat;
That they wasted waste land, did prerogative brown,
And rebelliously nibbled the droits of the Crown;

That the creek that divided my station in two
Showed that Nature designed that two fees should be due.
Mr. Riddle assured me’t was paid but for show, ...

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