Grab your gear - it’s time to take a pen,
Working out the western sheds again,
From sheep to table, bin to bale
Cockies work ‘em tooth and nail
To the chuggin’ of the donk and the
chattering blade
Dusty fleeces - burrs right through the wool
The red-eyed wethers buck and kick and pull;
Double money for an angry ram,
An aching back from a gentle lamb
And eyes peeled for a bare-bellied ewes
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So bend that back,
Shear that wool,
It’s forty in the shade and the holding yards
are full
With singlets blue
And faces red -
A bludger has no place in a shearing shed
There’s new boys there who seem to fight the sheep,
Seem to leave a cut with every sweep
Well take your needle take your thread
And find yourself another shed
The boss don’t want butchers on his board
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BRIDGE
There isn’t work much harder
Then the work out on the board
The fancy new sheds don’t make it easy
Cos sheep are just as stupid
As sheep will ever be
And shearing’s still as sweaty and as greasy
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t’s not the work that many people choose,
Lots of sheep and lots of mutton stews.
But from presser to shearer to young shed hand
They’re doing their bit in a rugged land
To bring to the world Australian wool
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