Shearing is all over and we’ve all got our cheques.
Roll up your swag, we’re off on the tracks!
The first pub we come to, it’s there we’ll have a spree.
And everyone that comes along, it’s ‘Come and 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.
This series, taken today on my farm (16/12/08) is in honour of my Dad – a wool industry man his entire life. I grew up listening to his stories of the wool sheds, complete with tales of drunkard shearer’s cooks!
Canon 400D w/ 70-200mm lens