The Freehold On The Plain

(Air: 'The Little Old Log Cabin in the Lane.') I'm a broken-down old squatter, my cash it is all gone, Of troubles and bad seasons I complain; My cattle are all mortgaged, of horses I have none, And I've lost that little freehold on the plain. Chorus The stockyard's broken down, and the woolshed's tumbling in; I've written to the mortgagees in vain; My wool it is all damaged and it is not worth a pin, And I've lost that little freehold on the plain. I commenced life as a squatter some twenty years ago, When fortune followed in my train; But I speculated heavy and I'd have you all to know That I've lost that little freehold on the plain. Chorus: The stockyard's broken down, &c. I built myself a mansion, and chose myself a wife; Of her I have no reason to complain; For I thought I had sufficient to last me all my life, But I've lost that little freehold on the plain. Chorus: The stockyard's broken down, &c. And now I am compelled to take a drover's life, To drive cattle through the sunshine and the rain, And to leave her behind me, my own dear loving wife' We were happy on that freehold on the plain. Chorus: The stockyard's broken down, &c.