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!