Here we are in New South Wales Shearing sheep as big as whales With leather necks and jaggy tails And hides as tough as rusty nails
When shearing comes lay down your guns Step to the board you brand new chums With a ratum ratum rub a dub dub We'll send you back on the lime juice tub
These brand new chums and chappie sons Fancy their the greatest guns Fancy they can shear the wool The beggars can only tear and pull
Though we live beyond our means Our daughters wear no crinolines Nor are they bothered by boots or shoes But live wild in the woods with the kangaroos
Home its home I'd like to be Far from the woods and the back country Sixteen thousand miles I've come To spend my life as a shearing bum
