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I come from the south, and my name is Field
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And when my shears are proper-ly steeled
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It's a hundred and odd I have ve-ry often peeled
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And of course I'm a ryebuck shearer

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If I don't shear a tally before I go
My shears and stone in the river I'll throw
And I'll never open Sawbees or take another blow
And prove I'm a ryebuck shearer

There's a bloke on the board and he's got a leather skin
A very long nose and he shaves on the chin
And a voice like a billy goat pissing in a tin
And of course he's a ryebuck shearer

There's a bloke on the board and I heard him say
That I couldn't shear a hundred sheep in a day
But some fine day I'll show him the way
And prove I'm a ryebuck shearer

Oh, I'll make a splash but I won't say when
I'll hop off my tail and i'll into the pen
While the ringer's shearing five, I'll be shearing ten
And prove I'm a ryebuck shearer

There's a bloke up north, or so I've heard
With a face like a dried up buffallo turd
And if you think that's bad, well, you ought to see his bird
She looks like a ryebuck shearer

Shaggy