Gentle flakes of snow covered standing sheep
Westerly winds howled through their keep
Shearers in bunkhouse readied for the day
Smell of lanolin drifted their way

Shearing is one of the hardest jobs for man
The weight of fleece curling into hand
Belly-bands help men's backs
Sheep bawling under shearer's attacks

Tar boy wanders the wooden butts
Ready with bucket to stop the cuts
Boy sweeping wool fluff from the men
Out the shute again and again

Feeling sorry for sheep shorn
Freezing weather before dawn
Top gun shearer took the bet
How many sheep he could get

Last score it was said, freaks
He shorn 1400 in two weeks
Throwing fleece on table top
Combing, weighing for the shop

Way back in 1800's Australia wealthy
Meat was cheap, lamb and beef healthy
Today nothing can beat the shearer fine
Shear a sheep for a dime

Too expensive to buy for middle man
Supermarkets win out with overseas lamb
Top gun shearer, ribbons abound
Sitting in his favorite chair, covered in down

Our best wool goes overseas, scary prices
Imitation wool; we must buy China's slices
Australia has toppled from the best
Down hill falling, sheep are almost worthless