Our Andy's gone to battle now <br /> 'Gainst Drought, the red marauder; <br />Our Andy's gone with cattle now <br /> Across the Queensland border. <br /> <br />He's left us in dejection now; <br /> Our hearts with him are roving. <br />It's dull on this selection now, <br /> Since Andy went a-droving. <br /> <br />Who now shall wear the cheerful face <br /> In times when things are slackest? <br />And who shall whistle round the place <br /> When Fortune frowns her blackest? <br /> <br />Oh, who shall cheek the squatter now <br /> When he comes round us snarling? <br />His tongue is growing hotter now <br /> Since Andy cross'd the Darling. <br /> <br />The gates are out of order now, <br /> In storms the `riders' rattle; <br />For far across the border now <br /> Our Andy's gone with cattle. <br /> <br />Poor Aunty's looking thin and white; <br /> And Uncle's cross with worry; <br />And poor old Blucher howls all night <br /> Since Andy left Macquarie. <br /> <br />Oh, may the showers in torrents fall, <br /> And all the tanks run over; <br />And may the grass grow green and tall <br /> In pathways of the drover; <br /> <br />And may good angels send the rain <br /> On desert stretches sandy; <br />And when the summer comes again <br /> God grant 'twill bring us Andy.<br /><br />Henry Lawson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/andy-s-gone-with-cattle/
