When hatters talk to ears of grain
And hawks cut figures in the sky
And squatters, while they search for rain,
Wipe their back paddocks from their eye;
When 'hopper swarms are sleek and fat
And Welcome's eaten from the mat:
Oh, country wives leave country men
And barmaid Nell's their sweetheart then.
When heat-swamps on the dusty plain
Recede to mock the travelling sheep
And weather-prophets' words are vain
And crows delight while cockies weep;
When kelpies tongue though Clancy calls,
And loungers shoulder hotel walls:
Oh, tramps and fat commercial men
Call barmaid Nell their sweetheart then.