Paddy Goes To Holyhead - Now I´m Easy

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.