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