Just ask all the wives
When the "Harvesting Season" arrives
They'll tell you how hard their man works
For no extra perks
Off to bed early each night to get a good sleep
Before they fall in a heap
To wake in the morning before sunrise, to then
Do it all over again
Whether driving the harvester or pulling the bins
The pattern is always the same
Cut the cane and fill up the bins
Haul em out, drop em off at the siding
Come back and do the same
When they come home had it, washed up and ready for tea
There's no time for the kids or even me
They eat with gusto then hit the hay
Sleep like logs, to be ready for another big day
When it's all done and the paddocks are bare
When the bins are all full and no longer there
It's a job well done and all are spent
They head on home, having earned every cent