The Ryebuck Shearer

Well I come from the South and my name is Field

And when my shears are properly steeled

A hundred and odd I have very often peeled

And of course, I'm a ryebuck shearer

   

If I don't shear a tally before I go

My shears and stones in the river I'll throw

I'll never open sawbees to take another blow

Till I prove I'm a ryebuck shearer

  

There's a bloke on the board and I heard him say

That I couldn't shear a hundred sheep a day

But some fine day, mate, I;ll show him the way

And I'll prove I'm a ryebuck shearer

  

I'll make a splashbut I won't say when

I'll up off me ass and I'll into the pen

While the ringer's shearing five, mate, I'll be shearing ten

And I'll prove I'm a ryebuck shearer

  

There's a bloke on the board and he's got a yelloy skin

A very long nose and he shaves on the chin

And a voice like a billy goat dancing* on a tin

And of course he's a I'm a ryebuck shearer

   

  *more commonly sung as "shitting on a tin" but in the seventies you couldn't get away with that on a record. Similarly, on the record we sang "up off the board and into the pen".