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