'Rover, rover, cattle-drover, where go you to-day?' br I go to Cuppacumalomga, fifty miles away; br Over plains where Summer rains have sung a song of glee, br Over hills where laughing rills go seeking for the sea, br I go to Cuppacumalonga, to my brother Bill. br Then come along, ah, come along! br Ah, come to Cuppacumalonga! br Come to Cuppacumalonga Hill! br br 'Rover, rover, cattle-drover, how do you get there?' br For twenty miles I amble on upon my pony mare, br The walk awhile and talk awhile to country men I know, br Then up to ride a mile beside a team that travels slow, br And last to Cuppacumalonga, riding with a will. br Then come along, ah, come along! br Ah, come to Cuppacumalonga! br Come to Cuppacumalonga Hill! br br 'Rover, rover, cattle-drover, what do you do then?' br I camp beneath a kurrajong with three good cattle-men; br Then off away at break of day, with strong hands on the reins, br To laugh and sing while mustering the cattle on the plains - br For up to Cuppacumalonga life is jolly still. br Then come along, ah, come along! br Ah, come to Cuppacumalonga! br Come to Cuppacumalonga Hill! br br 'Rover, rover, cattle-drover, how may I go too?' br I'll saddle up my creamy colt and he shall carry you - br My creamy colt who will not bolt, who does not shy nor kick - br We'll pack the load and take the road and travel very quick. br And if the day brings work or play we'll meet it with a will.