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.