The Landowner. Poem by Samuel Bamford

The Landowner.



There was a famous landowner
In Inglondshire, d'ye see,
He was a 'graidly gentleman,'
A jolly old buck was he;
And thus he sang where'er he sung,
And sing full oft would he;
I care for nobody, no not I,
Though many have care for me.

My cattle roam a thousand hills,
For miles of land are mine;
My valleys, with their teeming rills,
Yield butter, corn, and wine;
The fish, the game, I also claim;
I'll have them too, by G.
I care for nobody, no not I,
Though many have care for me.

I made a law, withouten flaw,
My farmers to protect;
For I had been a fool I ween,
My rentage to neglect;
So all was right, and snug; and tight,
As my affairs should be;
I care for nobody, no not I,
Though many have care for me.

One son commands a regiment,
Another hath a See;
My daughter to the palace went,
A pension soon had she;
To leave behind good things we find,
Is sin of high degree;
I'll sin for nobody, no not I,
Whoever may sin for me.

'Tis thus, the army's on my side,
The church's prayers are mine;
With one I drink, at tother wink,
When pottle deep in wine;
And whilst we sing God save the King,
Or Queen, when Queen there be,
I care for nobody, no not I,
Though many have care for me.

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