You may talk of the ringer from Queensland And the big shearing gun from the west
They are men who have proven their value Whenever they're put to the test
But have you ever looked to the mountains In the south where it snows and it rains
Have you thought of the men from the snowy And the cattlemen from the high plains
From the high plains away above Dargo In the alps where the snow daisy grows
Where the wild mountain herds are grazing
In the shadow of mountains of snow Where the cattlemen search every cranny
And they muster at each summer's end In their rain-battered hats and their oil skins
From the high plains come real cattlemen
They're a part of Australia's history And heritage won't be the same
If nobody cares what is happening
To the cattlemen from the high plains
After 150 years they can take it All the hardship the mountains can give
And they hand on to each generation They're caring, they live and let live
All the steep mountain tracks and the gullies
Each one of them a little bit more
Snow's like the palm of his hand
There's no room here for too many new chumps In the mountain cattleman's land
So I guess that you'll never believe me When you hear what they're planning to do
Down in town, mate, they're writing the law now
That the man from the high plains must go
Take his herds from the mountains and ridges
Leave the land to the cattlemen to graze And the cattlemen to graze
And where his forefathers reigned
With a sweep of their pens they want to wipe out
The cattlemen from the high plains
And we lose a part of our history
Of our land built through struggle and strain
A bit more of our freedom goes with them
The cattlemen from the high plains
Just a bit more freedom goes with them
The cattlemen from the high plains
And from the high plane