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Click Go The Shears

VERSE 1
D                     G
Out on the boards the old shearer stands
D                          E7        A7
Grasping his shears in his thin bony hands
D                      G
Fixed is his gaze on a bare bellied yoe
A7                            D        G      D
Glory if he gets her won't he make the ringer go


CHORUS
A7                       D
Click go the shears boys click, click, click
G                        D          A
Wide is his blow and his hands move quick
    D                          G
The ringer looks around and is beaten by a blow
    A7                              D    G       D
And curses the old snagger with the bare bellied yoe


VERSE 2
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

VERSE 3
The colonial experience man, he is there of course
With his shiny leggin's on, just got off his horse
Gazes all around him like a real connoisseur
Scented soap and brilliantine and smelling like a whore

VERSE 4
The tar boy is there waiting in demand
With his blackened tar pot, in his tarry hand
Spies one old sheep with a cut on it's back
Here's what he's been waiting for it's "Tar here, Jack!"

VERSE 5
Now the shearing is all over, we've all got our cheques
So roll up your swags and it's off down the track
The first pub we come to it's there we'll have a spree
And everyone that comes along it's "Have a drink with me"

VERSE 6
There we leave him standing, shouting for all hands
Whilst all around him ever "shouter" stands
His eye is on the keg which now is lowering fast
He works hard, he drinks hard, and goes to hell at last!

Submitted by Ric Raftis.  All suggestions and corrections to ric@bushverse.com