You've heard about the rusty bell that Boomer used to 
ring,
You've heard about old Johnny and the loads he used to 
bring,
But they tell me now that Boomer's bell was a Condamine 
he wore,
And not the one we painted up and wrote about before.

And someone said the brand was wrong and the bell 
belonged to bright,
If I live to be a hundred, I would still say I was 
right,
The rusty bell keeps ringing, you can hear it every 
day,
It echos round the ranges and it's grand the people 
say,

Old Sango keeps on joggin' while Old Smoke is by his 
side,
The old man riding homeward, they were his joy and 
pride,
They were faithful to Old Johnny through the heat and 
rain and mud.

But now they're just a memory so very dear to me,
And the rusty bell is Boomer's and forever it will be,
We've watched old Johnny ride away through misty fading 
years,
While Boomer's bell is ringing just like music to our 
ears.

But now they're just a memory so very dear to me,
And the rusty bell is Boomer's and forever it will be,
The gentle clip of Sango's hooves, and Smoker jogs 
along,
And the tinkle of the bullock bell rings finish to my 
song,
And the tinkle of the bullock bell rings finish to my 
song.