Track 1866/1Queensland Drover

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There's a trade you all know well And it's bringing the cattle over On every track to the Gulf And back men know the Queensland Rover I come from the Northern Plains Where the girls and grass are scanty Where the creeks run dry or ten feet high And it's either drought or plenty So pass the billy-ram, boys Don't let the pint-pot stand there For tonight we'll drink to health Of every overlander 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're burned asprey in town We live like pigs in clover And the whole damn cheque pours down the neck Of many a Queensland drover So pass the billy-ram, boys Don't let the pint-pot stand there For tonight we'll drink to health Of every overlander As I pass along the road The children raise my dander Shouting, "Mother dear, take in the clothes Here comes an overlander" So pass the billy-ram, boys Don't let the pint-pot stand there For tonight we'll drink to health Of every overlander For tonight we'll drink to health Of every overlander