Letras
Out on the board the old shearer stands
Grasping his shears in his thin, boney hands
Fixed is his gaze on a bare-bellied ewe
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 ewe
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 it's 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 ewe
The colonial, experienced man, he is there of course
With his shiny leggings on, just got off his horse
Gazes all around him like a real connoisseur
Scented soap and brilliantine and smelling like a whore
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 ewe
The tar boy is there, waiting in demand
With his blackened tar pot in his tarry hand
Spies one old sheep with a cut upon its back
Here's what's waiting for its tar-head, 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 ewe
Now the shearing is all over and we've all got our checks
So roll up your swags and it's off down to the track
The first pub we come to, it's there we'll have a spree
And everyone that comes along, it's have a 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 ewe
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
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 ewe
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 ewe