Andy's Gone With Cattle
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 selection now
Since Andy went a-droving
Who now shall wear the cheerful face
In times when things are blackest
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 crossed 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.
Henry Lawson
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 selection now
Since Andy went a-droving
Who now shall wear the cheerful face
In times when things are blackest
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 crossed 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.
Henry Lawson
ANDREW JOHN WHITE PSYCHING UP TO RIDE A BRUMBY IN THE TARCOOLA CUP, 1977 ...THAT NIGHT WE DANCED CLEAN THROUGH THE FLOOR OF THE TARCOOLA SOLDIERS' MEMORIAL HALL photo JOHN PEACHEY
5 comments:
big mob at the races that year whitey your brother was a good man he helped me
forgot to say looks like henry knew him too
Looks like one of them blonde brumbies Phil!
Funny how those cockies wear big hats all year and then put real little ones on for the races.
Henry. I remember Johnny. He was very very cool. They got him in his sleep.
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