Tall and freckled and sandy, they saw the country loud.
And out, this was the picture of Andy, Middleton's rouse about.
Type of a coming nation, in a land of cattle and sheep.
Worked on Middleton's station, pound a week in his keep.
On Middleton's wide dominions.
Lied the stock with benches.
Hadn't any opinions, hadn't any ideas.
Swiftly the years went over, liquor and drought prevailed.
And Middleton, he went as a drover, after his station had failed.
Type of a careless nation, men who are soon played out.
Middleton was, and his station, was bought by the rouse about.
Flourishing beard and sandy, tall and solid and stout.
This is the picture of Andy, Middleton's rouse about.
Now on his own dominions, works with his overseers.
Still hasn't any opinions.
And hasn't any opinions.
Still hasn't any ideas.