歌词
Out on the board
The old shearer stands
Grasping his shears
In his thin bony hand
Fixed is his gaze
On a bare-bellied yeo
Glory if he gets her
Won’t he make the ringer go
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 yeo
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
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 yeo
The tar-boy is there
And awaiting in demand
With his blackened tar-pot
In his tarry hand
Sees one old sheep
With a cut upon its back
Here is what he’s waiting for
It’s “Tar here Jack!”
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 yeo
The Colonial Experience man
He is there of course
With his shiny leggings on
Just off his horse
He gazes all around
Like a real connoisseur
Scented soap and brilliantine
Smelling most particular
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 yeo
Shearing is all over
And we’ve all got our cheques
Roll up your swags boys
We’re off on the tracks
The first pub we come to
It’s there we’ll have a spree
And everyone that comes along
It’s “Come and drink with me!”
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 yeo
Down by the bar
The old shears stands
Grasping his glass
In his thin bony hand
Fixed is his gaze
On a green painted keg
Glory he’ll get down on it
Before he stirs a leg
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 yeo
There we leave him standing
Shouting for all hands
While all around him
Every shouter stands
His eyes are on the keg
Which now is lowering fast
He works hard he drinks hard
And goes to hell at last
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 yeo