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. Chorus: 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. Chorus:

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. Chorus: 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. Chorus: 5. As I pass along the roads, The children raise my dander Crying "Mother dear, Take in the clothes, Here comes the overlander!" Chorus:

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. Chorus:

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