Undelved

Why, all the undelved mines cannot buy An ounce of justice,

She looks worried that undelved depths of silly shit do exist, but she relents, because a tip is at stake and we profile loose with gratitude.

Welcome, ye wild plains Unbroken by the plough, undelved by hand Of patient rustic; where for lowing herds, And for the music of the bleating flocks, Alone is heard the kangaroo's sad note, Deepening in distance.