cho: 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 drums
  Step to the boards you brand-new chums
  With the rattum-rattum-rub-a-dub-dub
  We'll send you back on the lime juice tub.
  
  The brand new chums and cappy sons
  Fancy they're the greatest guns.
  Fancy they can shear the wool
  But the beggars can only tear and pull.
  
  Though you live beyond your means
  Your daughters wear no crinolines;
  Nor are they bothered by boots or shoes
  But live wild in the bush with the kangaroos.
  
  Oh it's home I'd like to be
  Far from the bush and back country
  Sixteen thousand miles I've come
  To spend my life as a shearing bum.