Possession 



Douglas Mullock 



There's some of us has this world's goods, 



An' some of us has none 

 But all of us has got the woods, 



An' all has got the sun. 

 So settin' here upon the stoop 



This patch o' pine beside, 

 I never care a single whoop 



Fer I am satisfied. 



Now, take the pine on yonder hill: 



It don't belong to me; 

 The boss he owns the timber still 



It's there fer me to see. 

 An' 'twixt the ownin' of the same 



An' smellin' of its smell, 

 I've got the best of that there game, 



An' so I'm feelin' well. 



The boss in town unrolls a map 



An' proudly says 'It's mine' 

 But he don't drink no maple sap 



An' he don't smell no pine. 

 The boss in town he figgers lands 



In quarter-section red; 

 But I just set with folded hands 



An' breathe 'em in instead. 



The boss his forest wealth kin read 



In cent and dollar sign; 

 His name is written in the deed 



But all his land is mine. 

 There's some of us has this world's goods 



An' some of us has none 

 But all of us has got the woods, 



An' all has got the sun. 



Canadian Forestry Journal. 



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