DUG OUT IN THE TRUE
(Anon)

I am just a poor old shearer,
I am stationed on the board,
I've got my little handpiece in my hand

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But I'm happy as a clan
In this land of ewes and lambs
In my tick-bound, bug-bound dugout in the true

Oh the place is strewn all round?
With sheep wool and sheep dags
?Of rouseabouts there are so very few

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Oh the walls are made of iron
And the windows made of bag
?And the doorways let the howling rousies through

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Oft times I wish I had a girl
?To sit upon my knee
?Relieve me of the pain that I am in

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That girl how I would love her?
If she'd come and live with me
?In my tick-bound, bug-bound dugout in the true

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--Stewie.