Out on the board the old shearer stands Grasping his shears in his thin bony hand 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
Shearing is all over and we’ve all got our cheques So roll up your swags, boys, we’re off on the track 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
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 yoeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
