Broken Down Squatter

C Bb F F Come, Stumpy, old man, we must shift while we can Bb F C All your mates in the paddock are dead F We must say our farewells to Glen Eva's sweet dells C F And the hills where your master was bred F Together to roam from our drought-stricken home Bb F C Seems hard that such things have to be F And it's hard on a horse, when he's naught for a boss C F But a broken-down squatter like me Bb F For the banks are all broken, they say C And the merchants are all up a tree F When the bigwigs are brought to the bankruptcy court C Bb F What chance for a squatter like me? F No more shall we muster the river for strays Bb F C Or hunt on the fifteen-mile plain F Or dash through the scrub by the light of the moon C F Or see the old homestead again F Leave the slip-railings down, they don't matter much now Bb F C For there's none but the crow left to see F Perching gaunt on the pine, as though longing to dine C F On a broken-down squatter like me Bb F For the banks are all broken, they say C And the merchants are all up a tree F When the bigwigs are brought to the bankruptcy court C Bb F What chance for a squatter like me? F When the country was cursed with the drought at its worst Bb F C And the cattle were dying in scores F Though down on me luck, I kept up me pluck C F Thinking justice might soften the laws F But the farce had been played, and the government aid Bb F C Ain't extended to squatters, old son F When me money was spent, they doubled the rent C F And resumed the best part of the run Bb F For the banks are all broken, they say C And the merchants are all up a tree F When the bigwigs are brought to the bankruptcy court C Bb F What chance for a squatter like me?