song of the far north west
In the days when the land was young
And the durex started out overland
To the great old river run
Big John, Michael, Jerry and Patsy
They were leaders brave and true
From the Cooper and the old Baku
He blazed a trail to glory
In the great Northwest Territory
In the great Northwest Territory
They loaded up the stores
The last of the hungry years
With a mighty herd of cattle
rode the gallant pioneers
The ringers and the drovers
In the wagons closed behind
But John Durack, he never turned back
He blazed the trail to glory
when he found the river old
In the great Northwest Territory
In the great Northwest Territory
when the cattle ran in fright
And the lightning went flash
and danced along their horns
The river crossings were deep in flood
It made a frantic hawk -moth swim
And the river was often red with blood
As the hungry crocs moved in
But Don Durack, he never turned back
He glazed the trail through Loving
He praised the Loving, he found the river old
In the great Northwest Territory,
In the great Northwest Territory
The Diamantinas ceased to flow
The land was bare from drought
with their heads held high
They'd left no room for doubt
they reached that mighty fall
and they gave thanks to the Lord
he blazed a trail to glory
when he found the river old
Oh, in the great Northwest Territory,
in the great Northwest Territory
Oh, in the great Northwest Territory,
in the great Northwest Territory