There's a trade you all know well
It's bringing cattle over
On every track, to the Gulf and back
Men know the Queensland drover

 

Pass the billy 'round, me boys,
Don’t let the pint pot stand there
For tonight we'll drink the health
Of every overlander

 

There are men from every land
From Spain and France and Flanders
We're a well-mixed pack, both white and black
Men call the overlanders

 

Pass the billy 'round, me boys
Don't let the pint pot stand there
For tonight we'll drink the health
Of every overlander

 

I come from the northern plains
Where the girls and grass are scanty
Where the creeks run dry or ten foot high
And it's either drought or plenty

 

Pass the billy 'round, me boys
Don't let the pint pot stand there
For tonight we'll drink the health
Of every overlander

 

When we've earned a spree in town
We live like kings in clover
And a whole month's check goes down the neck
Of many a Queensland drover

 

Pass the billy 'round, me boys
Don't let the pint pot stand there
For tonight we'll drink the health
Of every overlander

 

As I pass along the road
The children raise my dander
Crying, "Mother dear, take in the clothes
Here comes an overlander"

 

Pass the billy 'round, me boys
Don't let the pint pot stand there
For tonight we'll drink the health
Of every overlander