Brisbane Ladies - Gary Shearston

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