Middleton's Rouseabout (Live)

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

He worked on Middleton's station

For a pound a week and his keep

On Middleton's wide dominions

Plied the stockwhip and shears;

Had he er hadn't any opinions

Had he hadn't any ideas'

Swiftly the years went over

And liquor and drought prevailed;

And Middleton, he went as a drover, you know

After his station had failed

Instrumental

(whoa whoa whoa)

Type of a careless nation

Men who are soon played out

Middleton was: and so his station

Bought by the Rouseabout

Now flourishing beard and sandy

He's tall, he's robust and stout;

Yes this is the picture of Andy, you know

Middleton's Rouseabout

And now on his own dominions

He works with his overseers;

And he still hasn't any opinions

He hasn't any ideas