Tall and freckled and sandy,Face of a country lout;This was the picture of Andy,Middleton's Rouseabout.
Type of a coming nation,In the land of cattle and sheep,Worked on Middleton's station,`Pound a week and his keep.'
On Middleton's wide dominions Plied the stockwhip and shears;Hadn't any opinions,Hadn't any `idears'.
Swiftly the years went over,Liquor and drought prevailed;Middleton 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 Rouseabout.
Flourishing beard and sandy,Tall and robust and stout;This is the picture of Andy,Middleton's Rouseabout.
Now on his own dominions Works with his overseers;Hasn't any opinions,Hasn't any `idears'.
