Our
Andy's gone with cattle now,
our hearts are out of order
With drought he's gone to battle now,
across the Queensland border
He's left us in dejection now,
our thoughts with him are roving
It's dull on this election now,
since Andy went adroving
Who shall wear the cheerful face in times when things are slackest?
And who shall whistle around the place
when fortune frowns her blackest?
Who shall cheek the squatter now when he comes round a-snarling?
His tongue is growing hotter now since Andy crossed the Darling
Oh,
may the showers in Torrance fall and all the tanks run over
And may the grass grow green and tall in the pathways of the drover
May good angels send the rain on desert stretches sandy
And when the summer comes again,
God grant we'll bring us Andy
Our Andy's gone with cattle now,
our hearts are out of order
With drought he's gone to battle now,
across the Queensland border