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For nearly sixty years I've been a cocky
Of droughts and fires and floods I've lived through plenty
This country's dust and mud
Has seen my tears and blood
But it's nearly over now, now I'm easy
I married a fine girl when I was twenty
But she died in giving birth when she was thirty
No flying doctor then
Just a gentle old black gin
But it's nearly over now, now I'm easy
She left me with two sons and a daughter
And a bone dry farm whose soil cried out for water
So my care was rough and ready
But they grew up fine and steady
But it's nearly over now, now I'm easy
My daughter married young and went her own way
My sons lie buried by the Burma Railway
So on this land I've made my own
I've carried on alone
But it's nearly over now, now I'm easy
City folks these days despise the cocky
Say with subsidies and all we've had it easy
But there's no drought or starving stock
On a soot suburban block
But it's nearly over now, now I'm easy
For nearly sixty years I've been a cocky
Of droughts and fires and floods I've lived through plenty
This country's dust and mud
Has seen my tears and blood
But it's nearly over now, now I'm easy
Written by: Eric Bogle
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