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