From exposure to sunlight his skin is bronzed brown
The sturdy young man from the tropical town
Many highways and freeways he has driven up and down
And to be a great shearer is his claim to renown.
His hair almost dark as the wing of a crow
The man from the land where the pineapple grow
For him no such a thing as an easy pay
He often shears two hundred wethers a day.
Happily unmarried he has just turned twenty three
One who enjoys his beer of any cares he is free
He has made love to many women but with none he does stay
Next week he will be shearing in sheds from here far away.
With the lust of the wander of the nomadic race
The young shearer does not stay long in any one place
A ruggedly handsome young character full of life's elan
The nomadic shearer nowadays seems a rare breed of man
Heartache and tears the price some young women pay
For falling in love with him in a big way
In any one place he does never stay long
The lure of the wander in him it is strong.
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