Capo 1

	D	G	D	E	A7
	Out on the board the	old shearer stands,	grasping his shears in his	thin bony	hands

	D	G	A7	D
	Fixed is his gaze on a	bare bellied joe,	glory if he gets her, won't he	make the ringer go

	A7	D	G	D	A7
	Click go the shears boys,	click, click, click,	wide is his blow and his	hands move	quick

	D	G	A7	D
The	ringer looks around and he's	beaten by a blow, and	curses the old swagger with the	bare bellied joe

	D	G
In the	middle of the floor in his	cane bottomed chair

	D	E	A7
Is the	boss of the board with his	eyes every	where

	D	G
	Notes well each fleece as it	comes to the screen

	A7	D
	Paying strict attention that its	taken off clean

	D	G
The	tar-boy is there	waiting the command

	D	E	A7
	With his blackened tar pot	in his tarry	hand

	D	G
	Sees one old sheep with a	cut upon its back

	A7
	Here's what he's waiting for "tar here Jack"

	D	G
The	'colonial experience' man,	he is there of course

	D	E	A7
	With his shiny leggings,	just got off his	horse

	D	G
	Casting round his eyes him like a	real connoisseur

	A7	D
	Whistling the old time tune '	I'm the perfect lure'

	D	G
	Shearing is all over and we've	all got our cheques

	D	E	A7
	Roll up your swags boys, we're	off on the	track

	D	G
The	first pub we come to, we'll	all have a spree

	A7	D
And	everyone that comes along its "	Come and drink with me"

	D	G
	Down by the bar the	old shearer stands

	D	E	A7
	Grasping his glass in his	thin honey	hands

	D	G
	Fixed is his gaze on a	green-painted keg

	A7	D
	Glory he'll get down on it,	before he stirs a peg

	D	G
	There we leave him standing	shouting for all hands

	D	E	A7
	Whilst all around him	every shearer	stands

	D	G
	His eyes are on the keg which	now is lowering fast

	A7	D
He	works hard, he drinks hard, and	goes to hell at last