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 cannot now linger
But trust we shall see you once more before long
CHORUS:
We’ll rant and we’ll roar like true Queensland
drovers
We’ll rant as we’ll roar as onwards we push
Until we return to the Old Cattle Station
For it’s flamin’ dry going through the old Queensland bush.
The
first camp we make is called the ‘Good Luck ’
Caboolture and Kilcoy then Collinton’s
Hut
We'll pull up at the Stone House, Bob Williamson’s
paddock
And soon the next morning we cross the Blackbutt.
On,
on past Taromeo and Yarraman
Creek boys,
It’s there we will make a fine camp for the day
Where the water and grass are both plenty and sweet boys
The life of a drover is merry and Gay.
The
camp is all snug and supper is over
We lounge round the fire enjoying a smoke
while yarning of home or the live of a drover
Till all join in chorus to 'Grandfather's Clock'.
Next
right through Nanango the
jolly old township
'Good Day to you lads' with a hearty shake hands
'Come this is my shout well here's to your next trip
And we hope you will step in tonight to our dance.'
Oh
the girls look so
pretty the sight is entrancing
Bewitching and graceful they join in the fun
Of waltz, polka, first set and all other dancing
To the old concertina of Jack Smith the Don
Tho'
far I have travelled through Russia and Finland
Have met the fair damsels of Poland and Spain
More lovely and fair are the darlings of Queensland
You may search the wide world for their equals in vain.
Now
drink to our lasses
in right hearty fasion
Come sing the loud chorus sing farewell to all
And when return from the old cattle station
We'll always be pleased to give you a call.
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The
verses of the version of the song above are from the original song
'The Drover' written in the 1890s by Saul Mendelsohn, who is buried
in Toowong Cemetery in Brisbane. The version which mentions
'Augathella Station' and Toomancie (or Toomancy) was
recorded and made popular by A L (Bert) Lloyd and he freely admitted
to changing the words to make his version more colourful.
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