It's nearly sixty years I've been a Cocky Of drought and fire and flood I've lived through plenty This country's dust and mud have seen my tears and blood But it's nearly over now, and 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 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 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 folk these days despise the Cocky They say with subsidies and all we've had it easy But there's no drought or dying stock on a sewered suburban lot But it's nearly over now, and now I'm easy