|The Sandy Maranoa|
night is dark and stormy, and the sky is clouded o'er;
horses we will mount and ride away,
watch the squatters' cattle through the darkness of the night,
we'll keep them on the camp till break of day.
we're going, going, going to Gunnedah
we'll be in sunny New South Wales;
we'll shout,"Hurrah for Queensland, with its swampy coolibah"
is droving on the sandy Maranoa.
the fires are burning bright through the darkness of the night,
the cattle camping quiet, well, I'm
I wish for two o'clock when they call the other watch
is droving from the sandy Maranoa.
your bed made on the ground, you're sleeping oh so sound
wakened by the distant thunder's roar,
you see the lightning flash, followed by an awful crash
rough on drovers from the sandy Maranoa.
are up at break of day, and you'll soon on your way,
always have to do ten miles or more;
don't do to loaf about, lest the squatter he comes out
tough on drovers on the sandy Maranoa.
shall soon be on the Moonie,
and we'll cross the Barwon,
be out on the rolling plains once more;
shout "Hurrah! for Queensland, with its swampy coolibah,
the cattle that come off the Maranoa."