Now I'm Easy
For nearly sixty years I've been a cocky,
Of droughts and fires and floods
I've lived through plenty,
This country's dust and mud
Have 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,
She died in giving birth
When she was thirty,
No flying doctor then
Just a gentle old black gen,
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,
Though me care was rough and ready
They grew up fine and steady,
But it's nearly over now and now I'm easy.
Me daughter married oyung
And went her own ways,
My sons lie buried by the Burma railway,
So on this land I've made me home
I've carried on alone,
But it's nearly over now and now I'm easy.
Oh city folks these days despise the cocky,
Saying with subsidies
And dole we've had it easy,
But there's no drought or starving stock
On the sewered suburban block,
But it's nearly over now and now I'm easy.