'Rover, rover, cattle-drover, where go you to-day?'
I go to Cuppacumalomga, fifty miles away;
 Over plains where Summer rains have sung a song of glee,
 Over hills where laughing rills go seeking for the sea,
I go to Cuppacumalonga, to my brother Bill.
 Then come along, ah, come along!
 Ah, come to Cuppacumalonga!
 Come to Cuppacumalonga Hill!

'Rover, rover, cattle-drover, how do you get there?'
For twenty miles I amble on upon my pony mare,
 The walk awhile and talk awhile to country men I know,
 Then up to ride a mile beside a team that travels slow,
And last to Cuppacumalonga, riding with a will.
 Then come along, ah, come along!
 Ah, come to Cuppacumalonga!
 Come to Cuppacumalonga Hill!

'Rover, rover, cattle-drover, what do you do then?'
I camp beneath a kurrajong with three good cattle-men;
 Then off away at break of day, with strong hands on the reins,
 To laugh and sing while mustering the cattle on the plains -
For up to Cuppacumalonga life is jolly still.
 Then come along, ah, come along!
 Ah, come to Cuppacumalonga!
 Come to Cuppacumalonga Hill!

'Rover, rover, cattle-drover, how may I go too?'
I'll saddle up my creamy colt and he shall carry you -
 My creamy colt who will not bolt, who does not shy nor kick -
 We'll pack the load and take the road and travel very quick. 
And if the day brings work or play we'll meet it with a will.
 So Hi for Cuppacumalonga!
 Come Along, ah, come along!
 Ah, come to Cuppacumalonga Hill!