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 X 2 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