Lachlan Tigers

Well at each gate each shearer stood as the whistle loudly blew
With eyebrows fixed and lips set tight, he'd waited for the queue
You can hear the clicking of the shears as through the wool they glide
See the ringer already turned and on the whipping side

A lot of Lachlan tigers it's plain to see they are
And the ringer goes on driving as he loudly calls for tar
Tar here you dozy loafer and quick the tar boy flies
Broom here and sweep those locks away another loudly cries

The scene it is a lively one and ought to be admired
There hasn't been a better board since Jacky Howe expired
Along the board the contractor walks his face all in a frown
And passing by the ringer he says come on my lad keep down

I mean to have those bellies off and topknots too likewise
My eye is quick so none of your tricks or from me you will fly
My curse on that contractor by flaming day and night
To shear a decent tally here I've tried with all my might

I have a pair of Ward and Payne's that are both bright and new
I'll rig them up and let you see what I can really do
For I've shorn on the Bogan where they shear them by the score
But such a terror as this to clip I've never seen before

A lot of Lachlan tigers it's plain to see they are
And the ringer goes on driving as he loudly calls for tar
The scene it is a lively one and ought to be admired
There hasn't been a better board since Jacky Howe expired