Cuppacumalonga

'Rover, rover, cattle-drover, where go you to-day?'

I go to Cuppacumalomga, fifty miles away;

  Over plains where Summer rains have sung a song of glee,

  Over hills where laughing rills go seeking for the sea,

I go to Cuppacumalonga, to my brother Bill.

     Then come along, ah, come along!

        Ah, come to Cuppacumalonga!

           Come to Cuppacumalonga Hill!

'Rover, rover, cattle-drover, how do you get there?'

For twenty miles I amble on upon my pony mare,

  The walk awhile and talk awhile to country men I know,

  Then up to ride a mile beside a team that travels slow,

And last to Cuppacumalonga, riding with a will.

     Then come along, ah, come along!

        Ah, come to Cuppacumalonga!

           Come to Cuppacumalonga Hill!

'Rover, rover, cattle-drover, what do you do then?'

I camp beneath a kurrajong with three good cattle-men;

  Then off away at break of day, with strong hands on the reins,

  To laugh and sing while mustering the cattle on the plains -

For up to Cuppacumalonga life is jolly still.

     Then come along, ah, come along!

        Ah, come to Cuppacumalonga!

           Come to Cuppacumalonga Hill!

'Rover, rover, cattle-drover, how may I go too?'

I'll saddle up my creamy colt and he shall carry you -

  My creamy colt who will not bolt, who does not shy nor kick -

  We'll pack the load and take the road and travel very quick.

And if the day brings work or play we'll meet it with a will.

     So Hi for Cuppacumalonga!

        Come Along, ah, come along!

           Ah, come to Cuppacumalonga Hill!