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