Out on the board the old shearer stands
Rasping his shears in his thin bony hands
Fixed is his gaze on a bare-bellied yeo
Glory, if he gets her, won't he make the ringer go

Click go the shears, boys, click, click, click
Wide is his blow and his hands move quick
The ringer looks around and is beaten by a blow
And curses the old snagger with a bare-bellied yeo

In the middle of the floor in his cane-bottom chair
Sits the boss of the board with his eyes everywhere
Notes well each fleece as it comes to the screen
Paying strict attention that it's taken off clean

Click go the shears, boys, click, click, click
Wide is his blow and his hands move quick
The ringer looks around and is beaten by a blow
And curses the old snagger with a bare-bellied yeo

Now the shearing is all over and we've all got our checks
So roll up your swags and it's off down the track
The first pub we come to, it's there we'll have a spree
And everyone that comes along, it's "Have a drink with me"

Click go the shears, boys, click, click, click
Wide is his blow and his hands move quick
The ringer looks around and is beaten by a blow
And curses the old snagger with a bare-bellied yeo

Click go the shears, boys, click, click, click
Wide is his blow and his hands move quick
The ringer looks around and is beaten by a blow
And curses the old snagger with a bare-bellied yeo