Middleton's Rouseabout Lyrics

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.