IRISH LORDS
(w.Charles H. Souter/m.Martyn Wyndham-Read)

The barley grass was two feet high, the billabongs were full
The brolgas danced a minuet, the world seemed made of wool
The nights were never wearisome, the days were never slow
When first I went to Irish Lords on the road to Ivanhoe

The frost was on the barley grass as we passed the homestead rails
A darling jackass piped us in with his turns and trills and scales
Youth and health and happiness sat on the saddle bow
And Mary lived at Irish Lords on the road to Ivanhoe

And everywhere was happiness, the fates were fair and kind
We drank the very wine of life, we never looked behind
And Mary, Mary everywhere, was flitting to and fro
When first we went to Irish Lords, on the road to Ivanhoe

The window on a leafy byre where the golden banksia grew
Stared like a dead man's glassy eye for the roof had fallen through
No flowers in her garden-bed, and her voice stilled long ago
When last I went to Irish Lords on the road to Ivanhoe

Irish Lords is a sheep station near Ivanhoe in the far west of NSW. Martyn gives some background in his intro to the song here:

Youtube clip

--Stewie.