Chorus

Then give your horses rein across the open plain,

We’ll ship our meat both sound and sweet, nor care what

some folks say;

And frozen we’ll send home the cattle that now roam

On the far Barcoo and the Flinders too, a thousand miles

away.

Knee-deep in grass we’ve got to pass—for 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 pounds they

weigh,

On the far Barcoo, where they eat nardoo, a thousand miles

away.

Chorus: Then give your horses rein, &c.

No Yankee hide e’er grew outside such beef as we can freeze;

No Yankee pastures make such steers as we send o’er the

seas—

As we send o’er the seas, my boys, a thousand pounds they

weigh—

From the far Barcoo, where they eat nardoo, a thousand

miles away.

Chorus: Then give your horses rein, &c.