New South Wales

Here we are in New South Wales
 Shearing sheep as big as whales
 With leather necks and jaggy tails
 And hides as tough as rusty nails
 When shearing comes lay down your guns
 Step to the board you brand new chums
 With a ratum ratum rub a dub dub
 We'll send you back on the lime juice tub
 These brand new chums and chappie sons
 Fancy their the greatest guns
 Fancy they can shear the wool
 The beggars can only tear and pull
 Though we live beyond our means
 Our daughters wear no crinolines
 Nor are they bothered by boots or shoes
 But live wild in the woods with the kangaroos
 Home it's home I'd like to be
 Far from the woods and the back country
 Sixteen thousand miles I've come
 To spend my life as a shearing bum