CHORUS:
(G7)Click go the shears boys, (C)click, (F)click, (C)click,
(F)Wide is blow and his (C)hands move (G7)quick.
The (C)ringer looks around and is (F)beaten by a blow,
And (G7)curses the old snagger with the (C)bare-(F)bellied (C)joe.
(C)Out on the board the (F)old shearer stands,
(C)Grasping his shears in his (D7)thin bony (G7)hands.
(C)Fixed is his gaze on a (F)bare-bellied joe,
(G7)Glory if he gets her, won't he (C)make the (F)ringer (C)go.
(C)In the middle of the floor in his (F)cane bottom chair
Sits the (C)boss of the board with his (D7)eyes every(G7)where.
(C)Notes well each fleece as it (F)comes on the screen,
(G7)Paying strict attention that it's (C)taken (F)off (C)clean.
Chorus.
(C)The tar boy is there (F)waiting in demand
(C)With his blackened tar pot(D7) in his tarry (G7)hand.
(C)Sees one old sheep with a (F)cut on his back,
(G7)This is what he is waiting for it's "(C)Tar (F)here (C)Jack."
(C)Shearing is all over, (F)we've all got our cheques,
(C)Roll up your swags boys we're(D7) off on the (G7)tracks,
The (C)first pub we'll come to, It's (C)there we'll have a spree,
With (G7)everyone shouting out "(C)Have a (F)drink with (C)me!"
Chorus twice.
