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Out on the the old shearer stands
Grasping his shears in his bony hands
is his gaze on a bare-bellied "joe"
Glory if he her, won't he make the ringer go

Click go the shears boys, click, click,
Wide is his blow and his hands move
The ringer looks and is beaten by a blow
And curses the old snagger the blue-bellied "joe"

In the middle of the in his caneebottomede chair
Is the boss of the board, with eyes
well each fleece as it comes to the screen
Paying strict attention if it's off clean

The colonial-experience man he is there, of
With his shiny leggin's just got off his
Casting round his eye a real connoisseur
Whistling the old "I'm the Perfect Lure"

The tar-boy is there awaiting in
With his blackened and his tarry hand
Sees one old sheep with a cut upon its
Here's what waiting for "Tar here Jack!"

Shearing is all over and we've all got our
Roll up your for we're off on the tracks
The first pub we come to it's there we'll a spree
And everyone comes along it's, "Come and drink with me!"

Down by the bar the old stands
Grasping his glass in his bony hands
is his gaze on a green-painted keg
Glory he'll get on it ere he stirs a peg

we leave him standing, shouting for all hands
Whilst all around him every stands
His eyes are on the which is now lowering fast
He works hard he drinks hard and goes to hell at

You off the belly-wool clean out the crutch
Go up the neck for the they are such
You clean the horns first shoulder go down
One up the back and you then turn around

Click, click, how the shears go
Click, click, so awfully
You pull out a sheep he'll give a
And hear your shears going click, click, click