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

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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