Brisbane Ladies

Farewell and adieu to you Brisbane ladies
Farewell and adieu to the girls of Toowong
We've sold all our cattle and can't stay no longer
But we hope that we'll see you again before long

[Chorus]
And we'll rant and we'll roar like true Queensland drovers
We'll rant and we'll roar as onward we push
Until we return to Augathella station
And it's flaming dry going through the old Queensland bush

The first camp we make, we call it the Quart Pot
Cabbolture and Kilcoy, then Collington hut
We'll pull up at the Stone House, Bob Williams his paddock
And early next morning we cross the Blackbutt

And on past Taromeo to Yarraman Creek, boys
It's there that we'll make a fine camp for the day
Where water and grass is both plenty and good, boys
And maybe we'll butcher a fat little stray

It's on through Nanango, that hard-bitten township
Where the out-of-work station hands sit in the dust
And the shearers get shorn by old Tim the contractor;
And I wouldn't go by there but I flaming well must

Oh, the girls of Toomancy they look so entrancing
Like waltzing young heifers they're looking for fun
With the waltz and the polka and all kinds of dancing
To the old concertina of Henry Gunn

So fill up your glasses and drink to the lasses
We'll drink this town dry, then farewell to all
But when we return again from Augathella
We'll always be willing to pay you a call

[Chorus]
And we'll rant and we'll roar like true Queensland drovers
We'll rant and we'll roar as onward we push
Until we return to Augathella station
And it's flaming dry going through the old Queensland bush