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

(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