The season is over; <br />The shearing is done; <br />The wages are paid; and <br />The ‘sprees’ have begun. <br />But never a shanty <br />Gets sight of my cheques; <br />For far down the Murray <br />My Annie expects <br />A heart that is faithful, <br />A head that is clear, <br />And sufficient provisions <br />To last for a year.<br /><br />Henry Lawson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/shearer-s-song/
