Queensland Whalers

I've sailed the North Atlantic where the ice flows in the breeze
And roamed the Dutch West Indies in the calm blue sunny seas
When I thinks of ships and sailors my thoughts return again
To a season spent in Moretan Bay with Queensland Whaling Men. Aaarghh!

Oh you Queensland Whalers who've cut the sugar cane
And drove the herds of cattle over the dry and dusty plain
You've dug the ore at Isa, laid countless miles of rail
And now you've come to Moreton Bay to catch a Humpback Whale

The man up in the crows nest, as whaling legend goes
Looks out across the water and then cries "Thar She Blows!"
But here in sunny Queensland you'll sometimes hear them shout
"There goes a bloody beauty mate, so get yer fingers out!"

Oh you Queensland Whalers who've cut the sugar cane
And drove the herds of cattle over the dry and dusty plain
You've dug the ore at Isa, laid countless miles of rail
And now you've come to Moreton Bay to catch a Humpback Whale

From Moreton to Caloundra those whaling sharks abound
They'll wait like dingoes in the scrub for a wounded beast to down
But the taste for blood and savagery it never could compare
With the bite that Inland Revenue took from our bonus share

Oh you Queensland Whalers who've cut the sugar cane
And drove the herds of cattle over the dry and dusty plain
You've dug the ore at Isa, laid countless miles of rail
And now you've come to Moreton Bay to catch a Humpback Whale

When fuel tanks were running low we'd sail to Brisbane Town
And at the nearest boozer our troubles we would drown
With beer and firey whiskey and plonk of vintage rare
We'd steer a steady zig zag course without a flamin' care

Oh you Queensland Whalers who've cut the sugar cane
And drove the herds of cattle over the dry and dusty plain
You've dug the ore at Isa, laid countless miles of rail
And now you've come to Moreton Bay to catch a Humpback Whale
And now you've come to Moreton Bay to catch a Humpback Whale