For nearly sixty years I've been a cocky Of droughts and fires and floods I've livedthrough plenty This country's dust and mudI've seen my tears and blood But it's nearly over nowAnd now I'm easy I married a fine girl when I was twentyShe died in giving birth when she was thirty No flying doctor thenJust a gentle old black gin But it's nearly over nowAnd now I'm easy She left me with two sons and a daughterAnd a born dry farm whose soil cried out for waterSo my care was rough and ready But they grew up fine and steadyBut it's nearly over now And now I'm easyMy daughter married young and went her own wayMy sons lie buried by the Burma railway So on this land I've made me ownI've carried on alone But it's nearly over nowAnd now I'm easyCity folks these days despise the cocky Say with subsidies and allWe've had it easy But there's no drought or starving stockOn a sewered suburban block But it's nearly over nowAnd now I'm easyFor nearly sixty years I've been a cocky Of droughts and fires and floods I've livedthrough plenty This country's dust and mudI've seen my tears and blood But it's nearly over nowAnd now I'm easy And now I'm easy