There's a trade we all know well
It's bringin' cattle over
On every track to the Gulf and back
Men know the Queensland drover
So pass the billy ground, boys
Don't let the pint-pot stand there
For tonight we drink the health
Of every old verlander

I come from the northern plains
Where the girls and the grass are scanty
Where the creek's run dry or ten foot high
And it's either drought or plenty
When we burn to spree in town
We live like pigs in clover
And a whole year's check pours down the neck
Of many a Queensland drover
So pass the billy ground, boys
Don't let the pint-pot stand there
For tonight we drink the health
Of every old verlander
Pass the billy ground, boys
Don't let the pint-pot stand there
For tonight we drink the health
Of every old verlander