Analysis of Andy's Gone With Cattle

Our Andy's gone to battle now
 'Gainst Drought, the red marauder;
Our Andy's gone with cattle now
 Across the Queensland border.

He's left us in dejection now;
 Our hearts with him are roving.
It's dull on this selection now,
 Since Andy went a-droving.

Who now shall wear the cheerful face
 In times when things are slackest?
And who shall whistle round the place
 When Fortune frowns her blackest?

Oh, who shall cheek the squatter now
 When he comes round us snarling?
His tongue is growing hotter now
 Since Andy cross'd the Darling.

The gates are out of order now,
 In storms the `riders' rattle;
For far across the border now
 Our Andy's gone with cattle.

Poor Aunty's looking thin and white;
 And Uncle's cross with worry;
And poor old Blucher howls all night
 Since Andy left Macquarie.

Oh, may the showers in torrents fall,
 And all the tanks run over;
And may the grass grow green and tall
 In pathways of the drover;

And may good angels send the rain
 On desert stretches sandy;
And when the summer comes again
 God grant 'twill bring us Andy.