Where once we’d a sovereign, now we’ve a crown!
We have to live—and our farms won’t let!
And we can’t exist upon what we get—
So what use is the land we’re owning!”
Three farmers consulted about their lands—
Each face was sad with a thoughtful frown
The profits were all paid to farming “hands”—
The profits were all in the land sunk down!
“Three profits!” they cried, “there’s not a doubt
Our landlords and we must go without,