We’re mustering cattle on our land
Moving the mob along
we’re riding heels and hand
Wheel them to the left….
Watch that mickey! He’s a pest!
We’re mustering cattle on our land
Gather in that bull before he breaks
This ain’t a cushy job for fakes
we’re riding heels and hand
The dust flies in a choking cloud
Crack that stockwhip good and loud!
We’re mustering cattle on our land
Crossing the river where it’s shallow
four hundred head of beef, hide and tallow
we’re riding heels and hand
I’m so bloody tired I won’t dismount
Run them through the race and start the count
We’re mustering cattle on our land
We’re riding heels and hand.