Click Go the Shears
Out on the board the old shearer stands
Grasping his shears in his thin bony hands
Fixed is his gaze on a bare-bellied yoe
Glory if he gets her, won't he make the ringer go
Chorus:
Click go the Shears boys, click, click, click
Wide is his blow and his hands move quick
The ringer looks around and is beaten by a blow
And curses the old snagger with the bare-bellied yoe
In the middle of the floor in his cane-bottomed chair
Sits the boss of the board with his eyes everywhere
Notes well each fleece as it comes to the screen
Paying strict attention that its taken off clean
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The colonial experience man, he is there of course
With his shiny leggin's on, just got off his horse
Gazes all around him like a real connoisseur
Scented soap, and brilliantine and smelling like a whore
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The tar-boy is there and waiting on demand
With his blackened tar pot in his tarry hand
Spies one old sheep with a cut upon its back
Hears what he's waiting for - its "Tar here Jack!"
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Now the shearing's over, we've all got our cheque
So roll up your swags and its off down the track
The first pub we come to its there we'll have a spree
And everyone that comes along it's "Have a drink with me!"
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There we leave him standing shouting for all hands
Whilst all around him every shouter stands
His eye is on the keg which now is lowering fast,
He works hard, he drinks hard, and goes to hell at last.