Ned

Don't break holy orders, or claim upon your mother, stuff you swore, love's free to bestow, all the stuff you smother, a place without windows, can you see my core, like a scalded trooper, strapped to useless more's, whenever money's short, you'll curse your brother, we've paid our tort, hard stuff behind his door, fools live without bother, then run away fraught, no book or deeds bought, will lie you with our others, you ignore the call, who'll pay a heavy score, you've always been a Drover, love within you's raw, better take cover.