SHEARER'S SONG (Click Go The Shears)        From Australia

A                                 D
Out on the boards the old shearer stands,
A                      E
Grasping his shears in thin bony hands,
A                                     D
Fixed is his gaze on the bare-bellied yoe, (ewe)
E                              A        D      A
Glory if he gets her, won't he make the ringer go!


Chorus:
E                          A
Click go the shears, boys, click, click, click:
D                        A          E
Wide is his blow and his hands move quick.
A                                          D
The ringer looks around and is beaten by a blow,
    E                               A    D       A
And curses the old snagger with the bare-bellied yoe.



In the middle of the floor in his cane bottomed chair
Is 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.

Chorus


The tar boy is there and awaiting in demand,
With his blacken'd tar pot in his tarry hand,
Sees one old sheep with a cut upon his back,
Here's what he is waiting for - "Tar here, Jack!"

Chorus


Shearing is all over and we've all got our cheque,
Roll up your swag, we're all on the track,
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!"

Chorus


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

Chorus


There we leave him standing, shouting for all hands,
Whilst all around him, ev'ry shouter stands,
His eyes are on the cask, which now is low'ring fast,
He works hard, he drinks hard, and goes to hell at last.

Chorus