it's bringing cattle over
Pass them any round boys,
don't let the pint -bots stand there
For the night we drink the hell
I come from the Northern Plains,
where the girls and grass are scanty
The coots run dry or ten foot high in its sea,
Pass a million round boys,
don't let the pine plots stand there
For tonight we'll drink the hell
There are men from every land,
from Spain and France and Flanders
There are well -mixed packs,
the Queensland overlanders
don't let the pint -butt stand there
For tonight we'll drink the hell
We've earned our spree in town,
we live like pigs in clover
of many a Queensland drover
don't let the pint -butt stand there
For tonight we'll drink the hell
As I pass along the roads,
the children raise my dander
Sorry mother dear, takin' the clothes,
here comes the overlander
don't let the winepots stand there
Tonight you'll drink the hell
I'm bound for home once more,
on a crab that's quite a goer
I can find a job with a crawlin' mob
on the banks of the Maranoa
don't let the pint pot stand there
For tonight you'll drink the hell
don't let the pint pot stand there
For tonight you'll drink the hell
don't let the pint pot stand there
For tonight you'll drink the hell
don't let the pint pot stand there
But tonight we'll drink the hell,
drop every order under...