In the wilds of northern Queensland there’s a man they talk about From Winton to the Isa and even further out His abilities tough crims have found too late their lesson learned To tangle with a tracker known as Sergeant Nardoo Burns Now his job you’ve likely gathered finds those outside the law And brings them in with a warning grin that you should think before Intending to as others do a life of crime you yearn Don’t cross his path you’ll feel the wrath of Sergeant Nardoo Burns At Normanton up in the Gulf with the white man police he rides For 15 years he carried out and held his job with pride Though many tried to beat him they found the tables turned And right back where they started from was Sergeant Nardoo Burns Well he saddled his horse and packed his swag and went to find alone Six hundred head of cattle driven off to parts unknown Three months that journey took him through no man’s land and back Three months of heat and dust and hell no worse the Birdsville track They tried every trick to beat him in their efforts to deter But the tracker stuck to his quarry like the noted Queensland burr And when finally he found them with humour since revived On the stockyard gate he sat to wait, Nardoo had arrived Yes tracker of the outback he’s wiry tough and black And there’s not a man be white or tan that’s put him on his back Though many tried to beat him they found the tables turned And right back where they started from was Sergeant Nardoo Burns Was Sergeant Nardoo Burns