Intro   
The sparks flew ever upwards from the glowing gidgee log 
Patty scraped his plate and threw the scraps over to the dogs 
The crackling campfire flickered as the lads rolled out their swags 
Then Clarrie pulled a bottle from his beaten saddle bag 
It was out toward the border on a western cattle run 
They were rounding up those scrubbers one last time 
And they talked about the old days as the coals were burning down 
Memories that grow fonder as they passed the bottle 'round 
Well Henry told a story when his old mate Bill got drunk 
How he picked some toey shearers outside the birdsville pub 
And he raised another chuckle when he told as he stepped in 
Old Bill let loose a blinder and he copped it on the chin 
And it was out toward the border on a western cattle run 
They were rounding up those scrubbers one last time 
And they talked about the old days as the coals were burning down 
Memories that grow fonder as they passed the bottle 'round 
Instrumental.."Picked" same as the Chorus 
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Patty stared into the embers and quietly he spoke 
Of the night when out near Walgett the Barwon river broke 
And his kelpie he was stranded on the other side 
When he tried to reach old Patty he was taken by the tide 
It was out toward the border on a western cattle run 
They were rounding up those scrubbers one last time 
And they talked about the old days as the coals were burning down 
Memories that grow fonder as they passed the bottle 'round 
It was out toward the border on a western cattle run 
They were rounding up those scrubbers one last time 
And they talked about the old days as the coals were burning down 
Memories that grow fonder as they passed the bottle 'round