a trade you all know well
It'll bring the wild mobs over
On every track to the Gulf and back
Men know the Queensland Rover
Then pass the filly round, boys
Don't let the pint -pot stand there
the health of every overlander
Out on the northern plains,
where the girls and grass are scanty
Where the creeks run drier,
there's neither grass nor plenty
Then pass the filly -round boys,
don't let the pint -pots stand there
the health of every overlander
There are men from every land,
from Spain and France and Flanders
They're a well -mixed pack,
the Queensland Overlanders
Then pass the billy round, boys,
don't let a pint pot stand there
the health of every Overlander
When we burn a spraying cow,
we'll live like pigs in clover
And the whole damn cheque
goes down the neck of many
Then pass the billyroam, boys,
don't let the pintpot stand there
But tonight we'll drink the health of every
And I pass along the road,
let the children raise my dander
Brian, mother dear, take in the clothes,
Then pass the billy round, boys,
don't let the pint pot stand there
the health of iffy overlander
Then pass the billy round, boys,
don't let the pint pot stand there
the hell of a day of a -landin'
