Written by Eric Bogle
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 young and went her own way Me 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
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 But it's nearly over now and now I'm easy