Tablature click go the shears - TRADITIONNEL

          



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  Date: Mon, 4 Nov 1996 09:21:05 +1100 (EST)

  From: mike <j5816129@redgum.bendigo.latrobe.edu.au>

  Subject: click_go_the_shears.crd

  

  "Click go the Shears"

  -Traditional Australian

  

  6/8

  

  D                    G 

  Out on the board the old shearer stands

  D                          E7        A7       

  Grasping his shears in his thin bony hands

  D                      G

  Fixed is his gaze on a bare bellied yoe

  A7                             D  

  Glory if he gets her, won't he make the ringer go

  

          Chorus

  

          A7                        D 

          Click go the Shears boys, click, click, click

          G                        D          A

          Wide is his blow and his hands move quick  The

          D                          G  

          ringer looks around and is beaten by a blow   and

          A7                              D      

          curses the old bugger with the bare bellied yoe

  

  

  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 its taken off clean

  

  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

  

  The tar-boy is there waiting on demand

  With his blackened tar pot in his tarry hand

  Spies one old sheep with a cut upon its back

  Hears what he's wiating for its 'Tars here JAck!

  

  Now the shearing is over, we've all got our cheques

  So roll up your swags and its off down the trrack

  The first pub we come to its there we'll have a spree

  And everyone that comes along its "Have a drink with me"

  

  There we leave him standing shouting for hands

  Whilsat all around him everyt shouter stands

  His eye is on the keg which now is lowering fast,

  He works hard, he drinks hard, and goes to hell at last

  

  - submitted by Mike Hiltonwood

  

  

   


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 Click go the shears, de Traditionnel 

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