There were three young brothers
Who hailed from yonder east
They'd cross the hills of red gums trees
And ride their demon beasts
They knew the trails and read them
Like the back of their hand
Waiting for a wanderer
To idly cross their land
Every time they'd find them
They'd tie them to this tree
Brothers of the mountain
From yonder to the sea
Along the tracks they'd speed
Dust flew up at their heels
Their lips curled up with malice
Their eyes lit up with greed
Till finally a horse came rolling
Across a sunburnt plain
And almost reached their forest
Before turning back again
Every time they'd find em
They'd tie them to this tree
Brothers of the mountain
From yonder to the sea
He jumped from his horse, and he lifted his hands
And he threw all his gold toward the trees
The brothers leapt out and they fought for the spoils
And the wanderer crept on his knees
They finally came to their senses
When their stomachs started to ache
Their possessions were gone and a note that was left
Told them that the gold had been fake
Every time they'd find em
They'd tie them to this tree
Brothers of the mountain
From yonder to the sea