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letra de click go the shears - a. l. lloyd

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out on the board the old shearer stands
graspin’ his shears in his thin bony hands
his bleary eyes are fixed on a blue-bellied ewe
sayin’, “if i get you, gal, i’ll make the ringer go.”

[first chorus]
cl!ck go the shears, boys, cl!ck, cl!ck, cl!ck
wide is his blow and his hands are movin’ quick
and the ringer looks around and he’s beaten by a blow
and he curses that old snagger with the blue-bellied ewe

in the middle of the floor in his cane-bellied chair
sits the boss of the board with his eyes everywhere
he notes every fleece as it comes to the screen
paying close attention that it’s took off clean

[first chorus]
cl!ck go the shears, boys, cl!ck, cl!ck, cl!ck
wide is his blow and his hands are movin’ quick
and the ringer looks around and he’s beaten by a blow
and he curses that old snagger with the blue-bellied ewe

the colonial-experience man, he is there, of course
with his shiny leggins, just off his horse;
castin’ round his eyes like a real connossoor
brilliantine and scented soap and smelling like a whoor (who said that?)

[first chorus]
cl!ck go the shears, boys, cl!ck, cl!ck, cl!ck
wide is his blow and his hands are movin’ quick
and the ringer looks around and he’s beaten by a blow
and he curses that old snagger with the blue-bellied ewe

the tar-boy is there and waiting on demand
with his old tar-pot and in his tarry hand
sees an old ewe with a cut upon her back
this is what he’s waitin’ for: “tar here, jack!”

[first chorus]
cl!ck go the shears, boys, cl!ck, cl!ck, cl!ck
wide is his blow and his hands are movin’ quick
and the ringer looks around and he’s beaten by a blow
and he curses that old snagger with the blue-bellied ewe

first you take the belly-wool and n-ggle out the crutch
go up the neck, for the rules they are such
clean around the h-rns and the first shoulder down
a long blow up the back and turn her around

[second chorus]
cl!ck, cl!ck, cl!ck, that’s how the shearin’ goes
cl!ck, cl!cketty cl!ck, oh my boys it isn’t slow
a fellow pulls out a sheep and it lands him a kick
and still you hear the shears a-goin’: cl!ck, cl!ck, cl!ck

now the shearin’s over and we’ve all got our cheque
roll up your swags and we’re off along the track
the first pub we’ll come to it’s there we’ll have a spree
and to everyone that comes along it’s: “have a drink on me!”

[second chorus]
cl!ck, cl!ck, cl!ck, that’s how the shearin’ goes
cl!ck, cl!cketty cl!ck, oh my boys it isn’t slow
a fellow pulls out a sheep and it lands him a kick
and still you hear the shears a-goin’: cl!ck, cl!ck, cl!ck

down by the bar the late shearer stands
graspin’ his gl-ss in his thin bony hands
his eyes are on the barrel which now is lowerin’ fast
he works hard, he drinks hard, and goes to h-ll at last!

[second chorus]
cl!ck, cl!ck, cl!ck, that’s how the shearin’ goes
cl!ck, cl!cketty cl!ck, oh my boys it isn’t slow
a fellow pulls out a sheep and it lands him a kick
and still you hear the shears a-goin’: cl!ck, cl!ck, cl!ck

- a l lloyd

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