Push for PORTER

For nearly sixty years, I've been a cocky
Of droughts and fires and floods,
I've lived through plenty
Yes, this country's dust and mud,
has seen my tears and blood
But it's nearly over now, and now I'm easy

I married a fine girl when I was twenty
But she died in giving birth when she was thirty
No Flying Doctor then, just a gentle old black gin
But it's nearly over now, and now I'm easy___

She left me with two sons and a daughter
And a bone-dry farm whose soil cried out for water
So my care was rough and ready,
but they grew up fine and steady
But it's nearly over now, and now I'm easy

My daughter married young, and went her own way
My sons lie buried by the Burma Railway
So on this land I've made my own,
I've carried on alone
But it's nearly over now, and now I'm easy___

City folks, these days, despise the cocky
Say with subsidies and all, we've had it easy
But there's no drought or starving stock,
on your sewered suburban block
But it's nearly over now, and now I'm easy