Andy’s Gone With Cattle

By: 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 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 crossed the Darling.

Oh, many 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 summer comes again
God grant ‘twill bring us Andy.

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