Henry Lawson - Hawkers lyrics

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