1. There's a trade you all know well,|
It's bringing cattle over.
On ev'ry track,
To the Gulf and back,
Men know the Queensland drover.
Pass the billy 'round boys!
Don't let the pint-pot stand there!
For tonight we drink the health
Of every overlander.
2. I come from the northern plains
Where the girls and grass are scanty;
Where the creeks run dry
Or ten foot high
And it's either drought or plenty.
3. There are men from every land,|
From Spain and France and Flanders;
They're a well-mixed pack,
Both white and black,
The Queensland overlanders.
4. When we've earned a spree in town
We live like pigs in clover;
And the whole year's cheque
Pours down the neck
Of many a Queensland drover.
5. As I pass along the roads,
The children raise my dander
Crying "Mother dear,
Take in the clothes,
Here comes the overlander!"
6. Now I'm bound for home once more,|
On a prad that's quite a goer;
I can find a job
With a crawling mob
On the banks of the Maranoa.
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