1. Out on the board The old shearer stands, Grasping his shears In his thin bony hands; Fixed is his gaze on A bare-bellied yoe, Glory if he gets her, Won't he make the ringer go. Chorus: 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. Chorus:

2. In the middle of the floor In his cane bottomed chair Sits the boss of the board With his eyes everywhere, Notes well each fleece as It comes to the screen, Paying strict attention That it's taken off clean. Chorus: 3. The colonial experience man, He is there of course, With his shiny leggin's on., Just got off his horse, Gazes all around him like A real connoisseur, Scented soap and brilliantine And smelling like a whore, Chorus:

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