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.