I've shorn at Burra Bogie
and I've shorn at Togan Mayne
Shorn at Big Willandra and
out on the Coleraine
Before the shearing was over
I wished I was back again
Shearing for old Tom Patterson
on the One Tree Plain
Hey!
All among the wool boys,
all among the wool
Keep your blades full boys,
keep your blades full
I can do a respectable
tally myself
whenever I like to try
They know me round the country
as the Sh etland gunner guy
I've kinked them with
a Wolseley's
and I've flushed with Bebo's too
Shaved them in the grease lads
with a grass seed showing through
But I never slummed a pen my lads,
whatever it might contain
When shearing for old Tom Patterson
on the one -tree plane
All among the wolves, boys,
all among the wolves
Keep your blades full, boys,
keep your blades full
I can do a respectable tally myself
whenever I like to try
They know me round the country
as Slash Jack from Gundaby
I've shorn a dig, Willandra,
and on the Sliwa too
Once I drew the blades, boys,
upon the famous Baku
I'd cow and downs and try
it in as far as Moolameen
I was always glad to get back again
on the One Tree Plain
Hey! All among the wool, boys,
all among the wool
Keep your blades full, boys,
keep your blades full
I can do a respectable
tally myself
whenever I like to try
They know me round the country
as Flashtrack and Younger Guy
I've been whaling up the Lachlan,
and I dosed on Cooper's Creek
Once I rank a jingy shed
and I blued it in a week
But when Gabriel blows his trumpet, lads,
I'll catch the morning train
And push for old Tom Patterson's
on the One Tree Plain
All among the wool, boys,
all among the wool
Keep your blades full, boys,
keep your blades full
I can do a respectable tally myself
whenever I like to try
And only round the country
a slashtrack from Gunnerby Hey!