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;

Had n't any opinions,

Had n'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;

Has n't any opinions,

Has n't any‘ idears’.