Genre: folk
There's a trade you all know well,
It's bring-ing the cat-tle o-ver.
On ev'ry track, to the Gulf and back,
Men know the Queens-land dro-ver.
So pass, the bil-ly round, boys,
Don't let the pint pot stand there.
For to-night, we'll drink the health,
Of ev'ry O-ver-land-er.
