BURLEIGH STATION  -1932

Well Bill, I’m in a job at last

    I must admit it’s not too fast,

The cowboy me on Burleigh Station

    Not such a real bad occupation.

I fluked the job when old ‘Mat’ got fires

    I’m just the lad that they required,

Two pounds ten and tucker galore

    A little room, could you wish for more.

This is the job, milk three old cows,

    Feed a stallion and two big sows.

Chop plenty wood for the dear old cook

    Then down to my hut and read a book.

Picture me Bill on a mowing machine

    Trimin the lawn up nice and clean,

Raking the leaves from under the trees.

    Chasing the shade to catch the breeze.

Then once a week we kill a steer,

    There’ll be something wrong when I leave here

Off for the cows at four o’clock ,

    Supper at six, right on the knock.

Now Bill old son, I’ll say good-bye,

    Its cow time now and I must fly,

So a Bright New Year I wish you all

    May the cheques be big and your troubles small   

                                         Davie   -   boy.