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I'm travellin' down the castlereagh and I'm a station hand
I'm handy with the ropin' pole I'm handy with the brand
And I can ride a rowdy colt or swing an axe all day
But there's no demand for a station hand along the castlereagh
So it's shift boys shift for there isn't the slightest doubt
That we've got to make a shift for the stations further out
With the pack horse runnin' after for he follows me like a dog
We must strike across the country at the old jig jog
Jigigy jog jigigy jog jigigy jog
This old black horse I'm riding if you notice what's his brand
He wears the crooked r you see none better in the land
He takes a lot of beatin' and the other day we tried
For a bit of a joke with a racing bloke for twenty pounds a side
It was shift boys shift for there wasn't the slightest doubt
That I had to make him shift for the money was nearly out
But he cantered home a winner with the other one at the flog
He's a red hot sort to pick up with his old jig jog
Jigigy jog jigigy jog jigigy jog
I asked a cove for shearin' once along the marthaguy
We shear non union here says he
I call it scab says I
I looked along the shearin' floor before I turned to go
There were eight or ten non union men a shearin' in a row
It was shift boys shift for there wasn't the slightest doubt
It was time to make a shift with the leprosy about
So I saddled up my horses and I whistled to my dog
And I left his scabby station at the old jig jog
Jigigy jog jigigy jog jigigy jog
I went to illawarra where my brother's got a farm
He has to ask the landlord's leave before he lifts an arm
The landlord owns the countryside man woman dog and cat
They haven't the cheek to dare to speak without they touch their hat
It was shift boys shift for there wasn't the slightest doubt
Their little landlord god and I would soon have fallen out
Was I to touch my hat to him was I his bloomin' dog
No
So I makes for up the country at the old jig jog
Jigigy jog jigigy jog jigigy jog
But it's time that I was movin' I've a mighty way to go
Till I drink artesian water from a thousand feet below
Till I meet the overlanders with the cattle comin' down
And I'll work a while till I make a pile then have a spree in town
So it's shift boys shift for there isn't the slightest doubt
We've got to make a shift for the stations further out
The pack horse runs behind us for he follows like a dog
And we cross a lot of country at the old jig jog
