Dance in Australia view words
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Oh, who hasn’t heard of Euabalong Ball,
Where the lads of the Lachlan, the great and the small,
Come bent on diversion from far and from near
To cast off their troubles for just once a year.
Like stringy old wethers, the shearers in force
All rushed to the bar as a matter of course.
While waltzing his cliner, the manager cursed,
‘Cause someone had caught him a jab with his spurs.
There were sheilas in plenty, some two or three score,
Some two-tooths, some weaners, some maybe some more,
With their fleeces all dipped and so fluffy and clean,
The finest young shearlings that ever was seen.
The boundary-riders was friskin’ about
But the well-sinkers seemed to be feelin’ the drought.
If the water was scarce, well, the whisky was there,
And what they couldn’t drink, boys, they rubbed in their hair.
There was music and dancin’ and goin’ the pace.
Some went at a canter, some went at a race.
There was buckin’ and glidin’ and rootin’ and slidin’,
And to vary the gait, some couples collidin’.
Oh, Euabalong Ball was a wonderful sight,
Rams among the two-tooths the whole flamin’ night.
And many young girls will regret to recall
The polkas they danced at Euabalong Ball.