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Click Go the Shears - Warren Fahey
Out on the board the old shearer stands
Grasping his shears in his thin bony hand
Fixed is his gaze on a bare bellied yoe
Glory if he gets her won't
He make the ringer go
Click go the shears
Boys click click the click
Wide is his blow and his hands move quick
The ringer looks around and is beaten by a blow
And he curses the old snagger
With the bare bellied yoe
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 the click
Wide is his blow and his hands move quick
The ringer looks around and is beaten by a blow
And he curses the old snagger
With the bare bellied yoe
The tar boy is there
Awaiting in demand
With his blackened tar pot
In his tarry hand
Sees one old sheep with a cut upon its back
Here is what he's waiting for it's
Tar here jack
Click go the shears
Boys click click the click
Wide is his blow and his hands move quick
The ringer looks around and is beaten by a blow
And he curses the old snagger
With the bare bellied yoe
The colonial experience man
He is there of course
With his shiny leggings
Just got off his horse
He gazes all around like a real connoisseur
Scented soap and brilliantine smelling like most piculiar
Click go the shears
Boys click click the click
Wide is his blow and his hands move quick
The ringer looks around and is beaten by a blow
And he curses the old snagger
With the bare bellied yoe
Shearing is all over and we've all got our cheques
So roll up your swags boys we're off 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
Click go the shears
Boys click click the click
Wide is his blow and his hands move quick
The ringer looks around and is beaten by a blow
And he curses the old snagger
With the bare bellied yoe
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 on it
Before he stirs a leg
Click go the shears
Boys click click the click
Wide is his blow and his hands move quick
The ringer looks around and is beaten by a blow
And he curses the old snagger
With the bare bellied yoe
There we leave him standing
Shouting for all hands
While all around him every shouter stands
His eyes are 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 the click
Wide is his blow and his hands move quick
The ringer looks around and is beaten by a blow
And he curses the old snagger
With the bare bellied yoe
