Lyrics: When shearing comes lay down your drums And step on the board, you brand-new chums With a ra-dum, ra-dum, rub-a-dub-dub We'll send them home in a lime-juice tub There's brand-new chums and cockies' sons They fancy that they are great guns With a ra-dum, ra-dum, rub-a-dub-dub We'll send them home in a lime-juice tub They fancy they can shear the wool But the beggars can only tear and pull With a ra-dum, ra-dum, rub-a-dub-dub We'll send them home in a lime-juice tub With a ra-dum, ra-dum, rub-a-dub-dub We'll send them home in a lime-juice tub You cocky farmers never need fret Your skinflint wives I'll not forget And I'm not a feller that's game to bet You're over your head and heels in debt With your hats of bark and your old dirt floors And your daughters never wear any drawers Nor any kinds of boots and shoes; They're wild in the bush like kangaroos! A pannikin of flour and a sheet of bark To wallop up a damper in the dark With a ra-dum, ra-dum, rub-a-dub-dub We'll send them home in a lime-juice tub Well here we are in New South Wales Shearing lambs with daggy tails With a ra-dum, ra-dum, rub-a-dub-dub We'll send them home in a lime-juice tub
