OpaSings – Click Goes The Shears – Click, Click, Click
Out on the board the old shearer stands,
Grasping his shears in his long, honey hands,
Fixed is his gaze on a bare-bellied “Joe,”
Glory if he gets her, won’t he make the “ringer” go.
Chorus: Oh 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 curses the old snagger with the blue-bellied “Joe.”
Out in the middle on in his cane-bottomed chair
Sits the boss of the joint, with eyes everywhere;
He watches every fleece as it comes up the screen
Pays particular attention if it’s taken off clean.
The tar-boy is there, and he’s in great demand,
With his blackened tar-pot, in his tarry hand;
He sees that old sheep with a cut upon the back,
Here’s what he’s waiting for, “Tar here, Jack!”
The colonial experience man, he is there, of course,
With his shiny leggin’s, like he’s just got off his horse,
He Casts his beaming eye like a real connoisseur,
Whistling the old tune, “I’m the Perfect Lure.”
Well the shearing is all over and we’ve all had our pay,
Roll up your swag for we’re off on the tracks;
The first pub we come to, we’ll all have a spree,
With everybody shouting out “Come and drink with me!”
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