THE OVERLANDER (3)

Intro:  "Of Every Overlander" - fiddle  (A,E,A)

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There's a trade you all know well: it's bringing cattle over.
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On every track, to the Gulf and back, men know the Queensland Drover.



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Pass the billy round, my boys: don't let the pintpot stand there,
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For tonight we drink the health of every Overlander.

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I come from the Northern plains where the girls and grass are scanty,
Where the creeks run dry or ten foot high and its either drought or plenty.

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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.

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When we've earned a spree in town, we live like pigs in clover,
And the whole damn cheque pours down the neck of many a Queensland Drover.

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As I pass along the roads the children raise my dander,
Shouting "Mother dear, take in the clothes: here comes an Overlander".

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But I'm bound for home once more, on a prad that's quite a goer.
I can find a job with a crawling mob on the banks of the Maranoa.