Click Go the Shears

Out on the board the old shearer stands

Grasping his shears in his thin bony hands

Fixed is his gaze on the bare-bellied ewe

Glory if he gets her won't he make the ringer go

Click go the shears boys, click-a-lick-a-lick

Wide does he blow and his hands move quick

The ringer looks around and is beaten by a blow

And curses the old stager with the bare-bellied ewe

In the middle of the floor in his cane bottomed chair

Sits the boss of the board with eyes everywhere

Notes well the fleece as it comes to the screen

Saying "By the livin' Harry, can't you take 'em off clean?"

Click go the shears boys, click-a-lick-a-lick

Wide does he blow and his hands move quick

The ringer looks around and is beaten by a blow

And curses the old stager with the bare-bellied ewe

The tar boy is there awaiting in demand

With his blackened tar pot all in his tarry hand

Sees an old ewe with a cut upon its back

Here is what he's waiting for, his tar here Jack

Click go the shears boys, click-a-lick-a-lick

Wide does he blow and his hands move quick

The ringer looks around and is beaten by a blow

And curses the old stager with the bare-bellied ewe

The shearing is all over, we've all got our cheques

So roll up your swag and it's off along the track

The very first pub we come to is there we'll have a spree

And everyone that comes along is "Come and drink with me"

Click go the shears boys, click-a-lick-a-lick

Wide does he blow and his hands move quick

The ringer looks around and is beaten by a blow

And curses the old stager with the bare-bellied ewe