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TENANT RIGHT

Idle rascal! on your lands
“See the rank weed growing;
“While you sit with folded hands,
“Weeds more weeds are sowing.
“Clean the ground, man! till, and sow.”
But—“Who will have the reaping?”
Labour's hand is ever slow
Tyrants' granaries heaping.
“Idler!”—Make the land his own,—
He'll not shirk the weeding;
Right assured,—'tis that alone,
Not the lash he's needing.
Then he'll clean and till and sow,
Nor need your help in reaping.
Labour's hand will not be slow
His own granary heaping.