The Sandy Maranoa

A. W. Davis


The night is dark and stormy, and the sky is clouded o'er;

Our horses we will mount and ride away,

We'll watch the squatters' cattle through the darkness of the night,

And we'll keep them on the camp till break of day.


For we're going, going, going to Gunnedah so far,

Soon we'll be in sunny New South Wales;

And we'll shout,"Hurrah for Queensland, with its swampy coolibah"

This is droving on the sandy Maranoa.


When the fires are burning bright through the darkness of the night,

And the cattle camping quiet, well, I'm sure

That I wish for two o'clock when they call the other watch

This is droving from the sandy Maranoa.


With your bed made on the ground, you're sleeping oh so sound

You're wakened by the distant thunder's roar,

And you see the lightning flash, followed by an awful crash

It's rough on drovers from the sandy Maranoa.


You're are up at break of day, and you'll soon on your way,

You always have to do ten miles or more;

It don't do to loaf about, lest the squatter he comes out

He's tough on drovers on the sandy Maranoa.


We shall soon be on the Moonie, and we'll cross the Barwon, too;

We'll be out on the rolling plains once more;

We'll shout "Hurrah! for Queensland, with its swampy coolibah,

And the cattle that come off the Maranoa."