Ah you mention in your letter that there's blue grass belly high That there's clover on the Cooper once again And I read too that the brumbies are just like they used to be When we mustered on the Arrabury plains
So you're mustering down the river where the minaritchie grows And the lignum almost barricades the sun Where we used to strike the mickys full of cheek and quick to charge Where we used to the brumbies just for fun
Oh your letter brings back memories of the good times that we shared And your mention of Gillpippy makes me smile For I think about the new chum and your story of the ghost Which made that new chum touchy for a while
In my mind I see a dust cloud from 6000 marching feet And the scent of Cooper clover comes to me And the soft voice of a stockman as he lulls a mob to sleep Oh how your letter takes me back to Arrabury
Oh I see the station homestead with its stately pepper trees And the old stockyard built of timbers that will last I can picture colts unbroken being drafted by the boys Oh mate your letter stirs up memories if the past
And you say the sandhill flowers full of colour are ablaze And the desert pea is blooming once again Mate your letter paints a picture of the good times in our lives When we mustered on the Arrabury plains.
So in my home tonight in Brisbane I am answering your note And do not smile mate if this papers’ showin’ stains For I'm havin’ trouble seeing through a misty kind of haze Like the dust out on the Arrabury plains.