The Eumerella Shore

Theres a happy little valley on the Eumerella shore,         Where Ive lingered many happy hours away,     On my little free selection I have acres by the score,         Where I unyoke the bullocks from the dray.                                          Chorus          To my bullocks then I say          No matter where you stray,              You will never be impounded any more;          For youre running, running, running on the duffers piece of land,              Free selected on the Eumerella shore.     When the moon has climbed the mountains and the stars are shining bright,         Then we saddle up our horses and away,     And we yard the squatters cattle in the darkness of the night,         And we have the calves all branded by the day.                                          Chorus     Oh, my pretty little calf,     At the squatter you may laugh,         For hell never be your owner any more;     For youre running, running, running on the duffers piece of land,         Free selected on the Eumerella shore.     If we find a mob of horses when the paddock rails are down,         Although before theyre never known to stray,     Oh, quickly will we drive them to some distant inland town,         And sell them into slavry far away.                                          Chorus          To Jack Robertson well say          Youve been leading us astray,              And well never go a-farming any more;          For its easier duffing cattle on the little piece of land              Free selected on the Eumerella shore.