I’ll tell you about a mate of mine
Dear old Edna Zigenbine
Pleased to say she’s doin’ fine
Out there, at the Isa

Gun Boss Drover, in her day
Worked round Urandangie way
Walked big mobs, earned her pay
And that probably won’t surprise ya

But the drovin’ days are over
So you oughta take a look
At little old Edna Zigenbine
She’s a walk-up history book

Member of the tough old school
Doesn’t talk much as a rule
Quickly spots if you’re a fool
But she probably won’t despise ya

Match the men, any day
Drovin’,the Buchanan way
Just a girl, did someone say?
Well, it never did compromise her

But the drovin’ days are over
So you oughta take a look
At little old Edna Zigenbine
She’s a walk-up history book

Edna says: ‘I must confess
It’s thirty years since I wore a dress
Doesn’t mean unhappiness
For that rugged old bush survivor

She’s generous,beyond belief,
You’d never dare call her a thief
But when it comes to buying beef
Edna is a miser

But the drovin’ days are over
So you oughta take a look
At little old Edna Zigenbine
She’s a walk-up history book

She’s slowin’ down, stiff of course
Gettin’ old, but still a force
You sit Edna on a horse
And you’ll revitalise her

Perfect balance, gentle hands
Horses know she understands
Symbol of our outback lands
Edna of the Isa.

BUT THE DROVIN’ DAY ARE OVER
SO YOU OUGHTA TAKE A LOOK
AT LITTLE OLD EDNA ZIGENBINE
SHE’S A WALK-UP HISTORY BOOK