Brisbane Ladies

Farewell and adieu to you Brisbane ladies Farewell and adieu to you girls of Toowong For we've sold all our cattle and have to be moving But we hope we shall see you again before long We'll rant and we'll roar like true Queensland drovers We'll rant and we'll roar as onward we push Until we get back to the Augathella station It's flaming dry going through the old Queensland bush The first camp we make we shall call it the Quart Pot Cabbolture then Kilcoy and Collington's hut We'll pull up at the Stone House, Bob Williamson's paddock And early next morning we cross the Blackbutt Then onto Taromeo and Yarraman Creek lads It's there we shall make our next camp for the day Where the water and grass are both plenty and sweet lads And maybe we'll butcher a fat little stray Then onto Nanango that hard-bitten township Where the out of work station hands sit in the dust And the shearers get shore by old Tim the contractor I wouldn't go by there but I flaming well must The girls of Toomancy they look so entrancing Those young bawling heifers are out looking for fun With the waltz and the polka and all kinds of dancing To the racketty old banjo of Henry Gunn Then fill up your glasses and we'll drink to the lasses We'll drink this town dry then farewell to all And when we return once more to Augathella We hope you'll come by there and pay us a call