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When shearing comes lay down your drums

And step on the board, you brand-new chums

With a ra-dum, ra-dum, rub-a-dub-dub

We’ll send them home in a lime-juice tub

There’s brand-new chums and cockies' sons

They fancy that they are great guns

With a ra-dum, ra-dum, rub-a-dub-dub

We’ll send them home in a lime-juice tub

They fancy they can shear the wool

But the beggars can only tear and pull

With a ra-dum, ra-dum, rub-a-dub-dub

We’ll send them home in a lime-juice tub

With a ra-dum, ra-dum, rub-a-dub-dub

We’ll send them home in a lime-juice tub

You cocky farmers never need fret

Your skinflint wives I’ll not forget

And I’m not a feller that’s game to bet

You’re over your head and heels in debt

With your hats of bark and your old dirt floors

And your daughters never wear any drawers

Nor any kinds of boots and shoes;

They’re wild in the bush like kangaroos!

A pannikin of flour and a sheet of bark

To wallop up a damper in the dark

With a ra-dum, ra-dum, rub-a-dub-dub

We’ll send them home in a lime-juice tub

Well here we are in New South Wales

Shearing lambs with daggy tails

With a ra-dum, ra-dum, rub-a-dub-dub

We’ll send them home in a lime-juice tub

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