.Oh how we used to hate the sight
Of the evil rent collector coming in the night
Got to tied for 40 bushels, but it don't seem right
Up to the manor house to pay the Great Patroon
We had taken our wilderness
And turned the Earth to bounty by the rake's caress
Never owning.
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