Henry Lawson> Andy's Gone With Cattle
>
> Our Andy's gone to battle now
> 'Gainst Drought, the red marauder;
> Our Andy's gone with cattle now
> Across the Queensland border.
>
> He's left us in dejection now; Our
> hearts with him are roving. It's dull
> on this selection now, Since Andy went
> a-droving.
>
> Who now shall wear the cheerful face
> In times when things are slackest? And
> who shall whistle round the place When
> Fortune frowns her blackest?
>
> Oh, who shall cheek the squatter now
> When he comes round us snarling? His
> tongue is growing hotter now Since
> Andy cross'd the Darling.
>
> The gates are out of order now, In
> storms the `riders' rattle; For far
> across the border now Our Andy's gone
> with cattle.
>
> Poor Aunty's looking thin and white;
> And Uncle's cross with worry; And poor
> old Blucher howls all night Since Andy
> left Macquarie.
>
> Oh, may the showers in torrents fall,
> And all the tanks run over; And may
> the grass grow green and tall In
> pathways of the drover;
>
> And may good angels send the rain On
> desert stretches sandy; And when the
> summer comes again God grant 'twill
> bring us Andy.
