Farewell and adieu to you Brisbane Ladies,
Farewell and adieu, you girls of Toowong.
For we've sold all our cattle and it's northwards we travel,
But we hope we will see you again before long.
Chorus: And we'll rant and we'll roar like true Queensland drovers,
Rant and we'll roar as onwards we push,
Until we return to the Augathella Station,
It's flaming dry going through the old Queensland bush.
Oh, the first camp we make is down by the river.
We'll off with our swags and we'll lay the place flat.
We'll bed down the herd and before the sun rises
We'll move them again and we'll cross the Blackbutt.
So mount up your horses, let's ride into town, boys.
We'll stop at the pub and we'll drink the place dry.
We'll spend all our money on shanty-town women,
And before the sun rises, away we will ride.
The girls are so pretty; they look so enchanting,
Bewitching and graceful, they join in the fun,
Of a waltz and a polka and all types of dancing
To the old concertina of Jack Smith the Don.
So fill up your glasses, let's drink to our lasses,
Let's sing the last chorus, shout farewell to all.
And if you return to the Augathella Station,
Why, don't you drop by here and pay us a call.