(Air: 'The Little Old Log Cabin In The Lane.') I'm A Broken-Down Old Squatter, My Cash It Is All Gone, Of Troubles And Bad Seasons I Complain; My Cattle Are All Mortgaged, Of Horses I Have None, And I've Lost That Little Freehold On The Plain. Chorus The Stockyard'S Broken Down, And The Woolshed'S Tumbling In; I've Written To The Mortgagees In Vain; My Wool It Is All Damaged And It Is Not Worth A Pin, And I've Lost That Little Freehold On The Plain. I Commenced Life As A Squatter Some Twenty Years Ago, When Fortune Followed In My Train; But I Speculated Heavy And I'd Have You All To Know That I've Lost That Little Freehold On The Plain. Chorus: The Stockyard'S Broken Down, &C. I Built Myself A Mansion, And Chose Myself A Wife; Of Her I Have No Reason To Complain; For I Thought I Had Sufficient To Last Me All My Life, But I've Lost That Little Freehold On The Plain. Chorus: The Stockyard'S Broken Down, &C. And Now I Am Compelled To Take A Drover'S Life, To Drive Cattle Through The Sunshine And The Rain, And To Leave Her Behind Me, My Own Dear Loving Wife' We Were Happy On That Freehold On The Plain. Chorus: The Stockyard'S Broken Down, &C.