Or if its Capital shall fall or stand,
But piles up wealth, and has no care for others,
In this our Fatherland.
They look on wasting stock from land and pocket
And the sight is sad to see
For the strain upon each Agricultural socket
Presses hard and heavily.
Landlords, they say, have met the question bravely
As the value of their land has slipp’d away,
And our diminished income presses gravely