Andy's Gone With Cattle

Henry Lawson, 1888

      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.

      Town & Country Journal, 13 October 1888