The Backblocks Shearer 1. I'm only a backblocks shearer, boys, as can be plainly seen, I've shore in almost every shed on the plains of the Riverine, I've shore in most of the famous sheds, I've seen big tallies done, But somehow or other, I don't know why, I never became a gun. cho: Hurrah, me boys, my shears are set, I feel both fit and well Tomorrow will find me at my pen when the gaffer rings the bell With Haydon's patent thumbguards fixed and both my blades pulled back Tomorrow I go with a sliding blow for a century or the sack 2. I've opened up the windpipe straight, I've opened behind the ear I've practiced every possible style in which a man can shear I've studied all the cuts and drives of the famous men I've met But I never succeeded in plastering up those three little figures yet 3. As the boss walked down this morning, boys, I saw him stare at me For I'd mastered Morgan's shoulder-cut, as he could plainly see But I've another surprise for him that'll give his nerves a shock Tomorrow he'll find I've mastered Pierce's rang-tang block! 4. If I succeed as I hope to, then I intend to shear At Wagga demonstration that they have there every year, Then down the colours will come, my boys, the colours of Mitchell & Co. Instead of Deeming, you will hear of Widgegoweera Joe! Note: written by W. Tully at Nimidgee, NSW: in most Australian collections JB JB
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