Verse 1
There's a trade you all know well
And it's bringing cattle over,
On every track to the gulf and back
Men know the Queensland drover.
So pa** the billy round boys,
Don't let the pint pot stand there
For tonight we'll drink the health
Of every Overlander.
Verse 2
I come from the Northern plains
Where the girls and gra** are scanty
Where the creeks run dry or ten feet high
And it's either drought or plenty.
So pa** the billy round boys,
Don't let the pint pot stand there
For tonight we'll drink the health
Of every Overlander.
Verse 3
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.
So pa** the billy round boys,
Don't let the pint pot stand there
For tonight we'll drink the health
Of every Overlander.
Verse 4
When we've earned a spree in town
We live like pigs in clover
And the whole dam cheque pours down the neck
Of many a Queensland drover.
So pa** the billy round boys,
Don't let the pint pot stand there
For tonight we'll drink the health
Of every Overlander.
As I pa** along the road,
The children raise my dander
Shouting "Mother dear, take in the clothes
Here comes an Overlander".
So pa** the billy round boys,
Don't let the pint pot stand there
For tonight we'll drink the health
Of every Overlander.