Click Go the Shears

Lyrics

Out on the board the old shearer stands Grasping his shears in his thin bony hands Fixed is his gaze on a bare-bellied yoe Glory if he gets her, won't he make the ringer go 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 bare-bellied yoe In the middle of the floor in his cane-bottomed chair Sits the boss of the board with his eyеs everywherе Notes well each fleece as it comes to the screen Paying strict attention that it's taken off clean 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 bare-bellied yoe The tar-boy is there and awaiting in demand With his blackened tar-pot in his tarry hand Sees one old sheep with a cut upon its back Here is what he's waiting for, it's, "Tar here, Jack" 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 bare-bellied yoe Shearing is all over, we've all got our cheques Roll up your swag, boys, we're off on the tracks The first pub we come to, it's there we'll have a spree And everyone that comes along, it's, "Come and drink with me" 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 bare-bellied yoe Down by the bar the old shearer stands Grasping his glass in his thin bony hands Fixed is his gaze on a green-painted keg Glory, he'll get down on it before he stirs a leg 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 bare-bellied yoe There we leave him standing, shouting for all hands Whilst all around him every shouter stands His eyes are on the cask which now is lowering fast He works hard, he drinks hard, and goes to Hell at last 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 bare-bellied yoe