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Well at his gate each shearer stood as the whistle loudly blew
With eyebrows fixed and lips compressed the tigers all fell to
You can hear the clicking of the shears as through the wool they glide
You can see our gun's already turned, he's on the whipping side

A lot of Lachlan Tigers its plain to see we are
Hark to our burly ringer as he loudly calls for tar
"Tar here" calls one and quick the tar boy flies
"Sweep those locks away," another loudly cries

The scene it is a lively one and ought to be admired
TRhere hasn't been a better one since Jackie Howe expired
Along the boards our gaffer walks, his face all in a frown
And passing along the board he cries "you watch me lads keep down"

A lot of Lachlan Tigers its plain to see we are
Hark to our burly ringer as he loudly calls for tar
"Tar here" calls one and quick the tar boy flies
"Sweep those locks away," another loudly cries

Well I must have those bellies off and top knots too likewise
Me eyes are quick so watch yer tricks or you'll go off like flies
A curse upon our gaffer he's never on our side
To shear a decent tally here in vain I've often tried

Well I've a pair of Ward and Paynes they are both bright and new
I'll rig 'em up and let you see what I can really do
I've shorn them on the Riverina where we shear 'em by the score
But such a mob as this to shear I've never shorn before

A lot of Lachlan Tigers its plain to see we are
Hark to our burly ringer as he loudly calls for tar
"Tar here" calls one and quick the tar boy flies
"Sweep those locks away," another loudly cries

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