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The squatter saw his pastures wide / Decrease, as one by one / The farmers moving to the west / Selected on his run; / Selectors took the water up / And all the black soil round; / The best grass-land the squatter had / Was spoilt by Ross's Ground.
Now many schemes to shift old Ross / Had racked the squatter's brains, / But Sandy had the stubborn blood / Of Scotland in his veins; / He held the land and fenced it in, / He cleared and ploughed the soil, / And year by year a richer crop / Repaid him for his toil.