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