Queensland Overlanders

There’s a trade you all know well, it's bringing the cattle over

On every track from the gulf and back men know the Queensland drovers

 

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So pass the billy 'round boys, don't let the pint pot stand there

     For tonight we drink the health of every overlander

 

I come from the northern plains, were the girls and grass are scanty

Where the creeks run dry or ten foot high and it's either drought or plenty

 

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

 

When we've earned a spree in town, we live like pigs in clover

And a whole year’s cheque goes down the neck of many an Queensland drover

 

As I pass along the road, the children raise my dander

Crying, “Mother dear, take in the clothes. Here comes an overlander.”

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