The Limejuice Tub

When shearing comes lay down your drums

Step on the board you brand new chums

With a ra-rum ra-rum rub-a-dub-dub

Weíll send you home in a lime juice tub



Here we are in New South Wales

Shearing the sheep as big as whales

With leather necks and daggy tails

And fleece as tough as rusty nails


The brand new chums and cockyís sons

They fancy that they are great guns.

They fancy they can shear the wool

But the beggars can only tear and pull.


Now you have crossed the briny deep

You fancy you can shear a sheep

With a ra-rum ra-rum rub-a-dub-dub

We'll send you home in lime juice tub




They tar the sheep till they're nearly black

Roll up roll up and get the sack

Once more we're away on the Wallaby Track

Once more to look for work outback


The very next job they undertake

Is to press the wool but they make a mistake

They press the wool without any bales

Shearing's hell in New South Wales




And when they meet upon the road

From off their backs throw down their load

And at the sun they'll take a look

Saying I reckon it's time to breast the cook


We camp in huts without any doors

Sleep upon the muddy floors

With a pannikin of flour and a sheet of bark

To wallop up a damper in the dark




You cockatoos you never need fret

To show you up Iíll not forget

For Iím the one thatís willing to bet

Youíre over your heels, head first in debt


Although you live beyond your means

Your daughters wear no crinolines;

Nor are they bothered by boots or shoes

But live wild in the bush with the kangaroos.




At home at home I'd like to be

Not humping my drum in the back country

Its sixteen thousand mile I've come

To march along with the blanket drum


Here we are in New South Wales

Shearing sheep as big as whales, with

Leather necks and daggy tails

 Fleece as tough as rusty nails