Lyrics

I dreamt I shore in a shearing shed and it was a dream of joy For every one of them rouseabouts was a girl dressed up as a boy Dressed up like a page in a pantomime, oh the prettiest ever I've seen They had flaxen hair, they had coal black hair, and every shade between [Chorus] There was short plump girls, there was tall slim girls, prettiest ever I've seen They was four foot five, they was six feet high, and every shape between The sheds was cooled by electric fans that were over every shoot The pens were of polished mahogany and everything else to suit The huts had springs to the mattresses and the tucker was simply grand And every night by the billabong we danced to a German band Our pay was the wool on the jumbucks' backs, and we shore until they was blue The sheep were washed before they were shorn and the rams was perfumed too And we all of us wept when the shed cut out in spite of the long hot days For every hour them girls waltzed in with whisky and beer on trays There was three of them girls to every chap and as jealous as could be There was three of them girls to every chap and six of them picked on me We was dropping them out for the homeward track and sharing them out like steam When I woke with me head in the blazing sun to find it a shearer's dream