NEW CHUM SHEARER
(Traditional)

Well the new chum toils with heart and soul
Shearing the sheep just to make a roll
Out in the outback, far away
Then off to Sydney for a holiday

And down in the city he's a terrible swell
As he takes a taxi to the Kent Hotel,
The barmaid says, 'Well you look ill
It must have been rough tucker, Bill'

And down in the city he looks a goat
With his Oxford bags and Seymour coat
Spends his money like a fool of course
He's worked for like a bloomin' horse

Then he shouts for everyone round the place
Then it's off to Randwick for the big horse race
Dopes himself on back-ache pills
Talks high tallies and tucker bills

His money's gone, he's sick and sore
And the barmaid's looks aren't kind any more
His erstwhile friends don't give a hoot
It's back to the bush, per what? - the boot!

And back in Bourke where the flies are bad,
He tells of the wonderful times he's had
The winners that he shouldn't have missed
And he skites of the dozens of girls he's kissed

And he stands on the corner scrounging a fag
The shirt tails showing through his Oxford bags
He's pawned that beautiful Seymour coat
He's got no money - oh, what a goat

Got no tucker, got no booze,
The soles are gone from his snake-skin shoes
Camps in the bend, in the wind and rain
Waits for the shearing to start again

So all you blokes with a cheque to spend
Don't go down to the city where you've got no friends
Head for the nearest wayside shack
It ain't so far when you've got to walk back!

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--Stewie.