A drovers tale

I met up with a drover his tale he did tell 

A drovers is a stockman His saddle is his trade Moving herds of livestock That's how I'll make my wage 

I'll move this mob of cattle on The thought runs though my brain A drovers job is never done The tears the sweat and pain

Quick before the grass is gone dusty tracks my herd will trample on Streams and rivers we will cross A weary worn out rider My horse well she's the boss 

My whip cracked up in the air  We'll move this mob of cattle on From here to over there Quick my herd is moving on No time to rest my head  The saddle is my comfort That's how I'll make my bread 

I'll chase those cattle over hills And down into the plains I'll chase them from the scorched up earth To where it often rains 

Guided by the light of day And then on through the night a dog for my companionship A kero lantern for my light 
Come on boy it's time to go I call out to my dog I give my horse a little tap And then she starts to go I tell my horse to muster my dog following in tow 

The stormy skies I look upon That's where I think we'll go Then saddle up for one more ride So we can head back home.