Andy's Gone With Cattle

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's went to 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?

And who shall cheat the squatter now

When he comes round us snarling?

His tongue is growing hotter now

Since Andy crossed the Darling

Oh may the showers in tomorrow 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

In desert stretches sandy

And when the summer comes again

God grant it brings us Andy.