Lyrics

Hurrah for the old stock saddle, hurrah for the stockwhip too Hurrah for the baldy pony, boys, to carry me westward ho To carry me westward ho, my boys, that's where the cattle stray On the far Barcoo where they eat Nardoo a thousand mile away Then give your horses rein across the open plain We'll crack our whips like a thunderbolt nor care what some folks say And a running we'll bring home them cattle at Narome On the far Barcoo and the Flinders too a thousand mile away Knee deep in grass we've got to pass, the truth I'm bound to tell Where in three weeks the cattle get as fat as they can swell As fat as they can swell, my boys, a thousand pound they weigh On the far Barcoo and the Flinders too a thousand mile away So put me up with a snaffle and a four or a five inch spur And fourteen foot of greenhide whip to chop the flaming fur I'll yard them snuffy cattle in away, that's safe to swear I'll make them Queensland cattlemen sit back in the saddle and stare Hurrah for the old stock saddle, hurrah for the stockwhip too Hurrah for the baldy pony, boys, to carry me westward ho To carry me westward ho, my boys, that's where the cattle stray On the far Barcoo where they eat Nardoo a thousand mile away