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Matt Savage the Boss Drover

At the six-mile in Wyndham the word passed around
Matt Savage, the boss drover, had just come to town 
His plants on the common, he’s looking for men ‘Cause he’s taking a mob into Queensland.

 He’s a legend in the outback; he’s a man among men
Matt Savage, the boss drover, and he’s riding again Two thousand store bullocks, wild ones at that: That’s the mob that he’s taking into Queensland. 

Matt Savage, the boss drover, he’ll take a mob over
Taking the bullocks to Queensland, aha!
Matt Savage, the boss drover, he’ll take a mob over
Taking the bullocks to Queensland.

 Six of us ringers, with cigarette swags
Signed up by Matt Savage, and we’ve each got six nags.
The cooks all hung over, but the boss drover knows
That he’ll travel ok into Queensland. 

First night, stars bright, cattle travelling well;
Hear the jingle of the hobbles, hear the Condamine bell.
Sing a song as we watch them, make the buggers lie down
Or they’ll rush all the way into Queensland. 

Meat for the pack bags as we pass through Wave Hill
There’s a big Vestey’s bullock, so we’re in for the kill.
Grilled rib bones tonight, by the camp fire’s light;
We’ll be fit when we finally hit Queensland.

 But we’re haunted by ghosts on the Murranji Track
Dead men! Dead bullocks! Curséd outback!
Cattle dry-staging and the boss drover’s raging,
Hard times on the way into Queensland. 

Oh, the Murranji’s dry, but at Newcastle Waters
There’ll be dancing in the bar with old Bullwaddy’s daughters
Then it’s back in the saddle, keeping pushin’ them cattle
Got to take ’em right on into Queensland. 

And when the bullocks all rushed, lead by the big roan
Matt Savage on the night horse, he turned ’em alone
He’s been on the road now for around forty years,
Boss drover on the stock routes to Queensland.

 Four months on the road and the Tableland’s bare
There’s heat, and there’s dust, and there’s flies everywhere
But when we get to Camooweal, we won’t give a damn and we’ll
Go riding right on into Queensland.  And there’s the railway, there’s the siding, delivery Dajarra;
Quick as a flash we’ll be into the bar o’
The pub for a blowout and a gutful of rum
‘Cause we just brought a mob into Queensland.