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
He worked on Middleton's station
For a pound a week and his keep
On Middleton's wide dominions
Plied the stockwhip and shears;
Had he er hadn't any opinions
Had he hadn't any ideas'
Swiftly the years went over
And liquor and drought prevailed;
And Middleton, he went as a drover, you know
After his station had failed
Instrumental
(whoa whoa whoa)
Type of a careless nation
Men who are soon played out
Middleton was: and so his station
Bought by the Rouseabout
Now flourishing beard and sandy
He's tall, he's robust and stout;
Yes this is the picture of Andy, you know
Middleton's Rouseabout
And now on his own dominions
He works with his overseers;
And he still hasn't any opinions
He hasn't any ideas