Scotty is our neighbor, just across the way,
                We share a common boundary,
                The river Castlereagh.

                Last year Scotty went away somewhere overseas
                And left his cattle in the river
                For the shelter of the trees.

                In our bottom paddock was a mob of lonely cows,
                Scotty's was a working bull,
                Most cows are mothers now.

                I tried to chase that bull using different ways
                But when I got up close to him
                Our cows got him to stay.

                I tried so very hard but still I lost that battle,
                Don't think I won a single round
                Against those lowly cattle.

                But in twelve months or thereabouts
                Those calves will all be sold
                And we'll live well for quite a while,
                Cause BEEF IS SOLID GOLD.