While The Billy BoilsSearchOur Andy's gone to battle now'Gainst Drought, the red marauder;Our Andy's gone with cattle nowAcross 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 faceIn times when things are slackest?And who shall whistle round the placeWhen Fortune frowns her blackest?
Oh, who shall cheek the squatter nowWhen he comes round us snarling?His tongue is growing hotter nowSince Andy cross'd the Darling.
The gates are out of order now,In storms the 'riders' rattle;For far across the border nowOur Andy's gone with cattle.
Poor Aunty's looking thin and white;And Uncle's cross with worry;And poor old Blucher howls all nightSince Andy left Macquarie.
Oh, may the showers in torrents fall,And all the tanks run over;And may the grass grow green and tallIn pathways of the drover;
And may good angels send the rainOn desert stretches sandy;And when the summer comes againGod grant 'twill bring us Andy.