If you stand on Lambton Quay,
On Friday night then you will see,
through rain and snow the trampers go,
To the Tararua Ranges.
Away, away with billy and pack,
A-lolloping down the mountain track,
They’ll all get lost and never come back,
In the Tararua Ranges.
Hear them holler and hear them call,
As up the Marchant Ridge they crawl,
And all they see is nothing at all,
In the Tararua Ranges.
Away, Away, etc.
Their leader’s getting old and grey,
They say-he's sixty-five today,
He reached that age by staying away
From the Tararua Ranges.
Away, Away, etc.
The treasurer went out on the bash,
And he drank up all the petty cash,
And now he's got big rocks to smash,
In the Tararua Ranges.
Away, Away, etc.
The chief guide got so old and blind,
He broke his neck, but they don’t mind
He said the girls were all behind
In the Tararua Ranges.
Away, Away, etc.
So if you're under ninety-three,
And find your life a misery,
You'd better come along with me,
To the Tararua Ranges.
Away, away with billy and pack,
A-lolloping down the mountain track,
We’ll all get lost and never come back,
In the Tararua Ranges
In the Tararua Ranges
In the Tararua Ranges
In the Tararua Ranges.