JOG ALONG TILL SHEARING

The truth is in my song so clear
Without a word of gammon
The swagmen travel all the year
Waiting for the lambin'
Now when this dirty work is done
To the nearest shanty steerin’
They meet a friend, their money spend
Then jog along till shearing.

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Home sweet home
That is what they left it for
Their home sweet home

Now when the shearing season comes
They hear the price that's going
New arrivals meet old chums
And then they start their blowin’
They say that they can shear each day
Their hundred pretty handy
But eighty sheep is bloody hard
When the wool is close and sandy

When the sheds are all cut out
They get their bit of paper
To the nearest pub they run
They cut a dashing caper
They call for liquor plenty
They're happy when they're drinkin’
But where to go when the money's spent
It's little they are thinking.

Sick and sore next morning
They are when they awaken
To have a drink of course they must
To keep their nerves from shakin'
They call for one and then for two
In a way that's rather funny
Till the landlord says, ‘Now this won't do
You blokes have got no money’

They're sleeping on verandahs
They're lounging on the sofas
Then to finish off their spree
They're ordered off as loafers
They've got no friends, their money's spent
And at their disappearing
They give three cheers for the river bend
And jog along till shearing.

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--Stewie.