歌词
I'm travellin' down the Castlereagh, and I'm a station-hand
I'm handy with the ropin' pole, I'm handy with the brand
And I can ride a rowdy colt, or swing an axe all day
There's no demand for a station-hand along the Castlereagh
And it's shift, boys, shift, there isn't the slightest doubt
We'll have to make a shift for the stations further out
I saddled up my horses, and I whistled to my dog
And we strike across the country at the old jig-jog
I asked a bloke for shearin' once along the Marthaguy
He says "We shear non-union here." "I call it scab(?)," says I
I looked across the shearin' floor before I turned to go
There were eight to ten non-union men a-shearin' in a row
And it's shift, boys, shift, there isn't the slightest doubt
We'll have to make a shift with the leprosy about
I saddled up my horses, and I whistled to my dog
We left his scabby station at the old jig-jog
This old black horse I'm riding, you'll notice a proper brand
He wears the crooked R, you see, none better in the land
He takes a lot of beatin', and the other day we tried
For a bit of a joke, with a racing bloke, for twenty pounds a side
And it's shift, boys, shift, there isn't the slightest doubt
We'll have to make a shift, for the money was runnin' out
He cantered home a winner, with the other one at the flog
He's a red-hot sort to pick up with his old jig-jog
It's time I was movin', I've a mighty way to go
Till I drink artesian water from a thousand feet below
And meet the overlanders with the cattle comin' down
I'll work a while and make a pile, and have a spree in town
And it's shift, boys, shift, for there isn't the slightest doubt
We'll have to make a shift for the stations further out
I saddled up my horses, and I whistled to my dog
And we strike across the country at the old jig-jog