[1] The lyric dates back to at least the 1880s and is credited to a jackaroo-turned-shopkeeper named Saul Mendelsohn, who lived near Nanango.
[3] Those place names include Toowong, Augathella, Caboolture, Kilcoy, Colinton's Hut, Blackbutt, Bob Williamson's paddock, Taromeo, Yarraman Creek, Nanango and Toomancie.
The first camp we make, we shall call it the Quart Pot, Caboolture, then Kilcoy, and Colinton's Hut, we'll pull up at the Stone House, Bob Williamson's paddock, and early next morning we cross the Blackbutt.
Then on to Nanango, that hard-bitten township[a] where the out-of-work station-hands sit in the dust, where the shearers get shorn by old Tim, the contractor.
The girls of Toomancie,[b] they look so entrancing, like bawling young heifers they're out for their fun, with the waltz and the polka and all kinds of dancing to the rackety old banjo of Bob Anderson.