Overlanders
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There's a trade you all know well
It's briging the cattle over
On every track to the gulf and back
Men know the Queensland over
So it's pass the billy 'round boys
Don't let me pint pot stand there
For tonight we'll drink the health
Of every Overlander
I'm from the Northern plains
Where the girls and the grass are scaty
Where the creeks run dry or theb foot high
It's euther 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 pigs in clover
And the whole damn cheque goes down the neck
Of many a Queensland drover
As I walk on down the street
All the children raise my dander
Saying mother dear pull inyour skirts
Here comes as Overlander
Now I'm bound for home once more
On a prad that's quite a goer
And I'll find a job with the crawling mob
On the banks os the Maranoa
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