Here you will find the Poem Bush Justice of poet Charles Harpur
A Dealer, bewitched by gain-promising dreams Settled down near my Station, to trade with my Teams, And to sell to, my men too! from whom, through the nose, Until then, I had screw'd just what prices I chose; And for this, to be sure, I so hated the man, That I swore ne'er to rest till I'd settled some plan Whereby in the Lockup to cleverly cram him! And so to my Super the matter I put, Who thereupon 'found' a sheep's head near his hut, And the 'how came it there?' was sufficient to damn him, The Beak before who I then lugg'd him, as you May suppose, being neck-deep in Squattery too. 'Twas a beautiful Hearing, as noted at large By the Clerk (who was bonuss'd)-sheep-stealing the charge; 'Twould make your hearts laugh in the Records to see How we bullied him out of his wits! -I say we, Because while on this side against him 1 banged, On the other the Beak said he ought to be hanged, For a gallows-grained, scandalous son of transgression! And committing him then-the case being so plain, We sent him three hundred miles 'down on the chain' To his Trial-and eke to his 'acquittal', at Session! For what care we Squatters for Law on a push? And for Justice! what has she to do with the Bush?
