Dust, dust, dust and a dog
Oh! The sheep-dog won't be last
When the long, long, shadow of the old bay horse
With the shadow of his mate is cast
A brick-brown woman with the brick-brown kids
And a man with his head half-mast
The feed-bags hung and the bedding slung
And the blackened bucket made fast
Where the tailboard clings to the tucker and things
So the hawker's van goes past