shearing view 2


SOURCE: MSS/Mitchell
Papers of W H L Morfew
Nov 1911. Handwritten memoir

SITE SOURCE: Bush Life

Off To The Shearing

The shearing time has come again, the men on bike horse
Are trekking over hill & plain and down the watercourse
They swarm from city town & bush, like bees they settle down
While I myself must make a push, for life is dull in town

Chorus
So off to the shearing I’ll go I’ll go
So off to the shearing I’ll go
There’s money in wool, of town life I’m full
So off to the shearing I’ll go

A shearer leads a roving life, he’s happy & he’s free
He’s just as independent as a wild dog ought to be
He dearly loves a pretty girl and in that there is no sin
But if a white one fails him, well, he’ll fasten to a gin

So off to the shearing I’ll go I’ll go
So off to the shearing I’ll go
The girls frown on me a gin case I’ll be when off to the shearing I’ll go

We’re shearing at Malaraway, the engine throws apace
The tally board shows plain as day, the Q gun can race
The bins are full the pressers they can’t stop to have a chat
The cook is babbling night & day, his slushy’s bogged in fat

Away from the shearing I’ll go I’ll go
Away from the shearing I’ll go
Ben Rickards you bet will poison us yet
So away from the shearing I’ll go