Stock Riders Song
We’ve been up Queensland way
With the cattle many a day
O’er many a thirsty, lonely plain,
But now we’re trotting back
On the good old stoney track
For we’re riding, riding, riding home again!
With a yah, hah, hollo,
How we thunder as we go
Never staying, never drawing rein
Never drawing rein!
With the stock whip in our hand
We’re a merry, jolly, jolly band,
For we’re riding, riding, riding home again!
We’ve journeyed many a road,
And we’ve carried many a load.
We’ve waded many a washy creek;
We’ve heard the bitterns boom
And the curlews in the gloom,
And we’ve rounded many a steer, horned and sleek
With our yah, hah, hollo,
How we thunder as we go,
Never staying, never drawing rein
Never drawing rein!
After storm and dust and heat,
Now we’re singing, singing in the seat,
For we’re riding, riding, riding —
Riding home again!
We’ve faced the fearful drought
When the world was blotted out.
When the dust storms wrapped us round
with a cloud!
We’ve staggered thin and dumb
Past the blackened rush and gum
And we’ve almost prayed to heav’n for a shroud!
But it’s yah, hah, hollo,
How we thunder as we go,
Never staying, never drawing rein
Never drawing rein!
Hark the roaring of the hoofs!
See the gleaming, gleaming of the roofs!
For we’re riding, riding, riding —
Riding home again!
