`` a full year gone , captain , and meanwhile in sydney these scurrilous worms yet inculcate all the populace with licentiousness and sedition : it is nothing to them , nothing , if every child born to woman on these shores should be a bastard and a bugger and a drunken leech , so long as they do a little work upon their farms , and lie quiet under the yoke : let the rum flow is their only maxim , the liquor their only coin and god . ''