Out on the board the old shearer stands
Grasping his shears in his long bony hands
Fixed is his gaze on a bare- bellied joe
Glory if he gets her
Won't he make the ringer go
In the middle of the floor in his cane- bottomed chair
Is the boss of the board with eyes everywhere
Notes well each fleece as it comes to the screen
Paying strict attention if it's taken off clean
Click go the shears boys
Click click 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 blue- bellied joe
Click go the shears boys
Click click 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 blue- bellied joe
