Middleton's Rouseabout
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'.
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"Tall and freckled and sandy,..."
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