“Three profits” had got to come out of the land—
Out of the land where the cash went down—
The farmer some capital still had in hand,
Which stood in his name at the bank in the town.
For rents fall due, and tenants must pay,
And there’s little quarter on Quarter-day
From the lord the land who’s owning.
Three landlords sat in an ancient hall,
And mourned the way that their rents went down!
“Three profits!” they cried. “It is ours that fall!