Sammy Magee

Clearly not the man that he once used to be
Time it has wearied old Sammy Magee
Not the man he was only true to say
He is one who has known of a far better day

One of the Country's top shearers in his physical prime
Though this is going back many Seasons in time
He earned his money in the hardest way
And he often shore two hundred sheep in a day

In country town pubs he was one quite well known
Respect for his money by him never shown
For his pub generosity he won many a friend
Most of his hard earned money he freely did spend

Back when he was one of the shearing greats
Buying drinks for his female lovers and his country town mates
But going back the Seasons this seems long ago
Time that ages most things has become his foe

He had many female lovers in his better years in life
But he cannot say if he has children and he never had a lawful wife
Growing old in care his balding head is silver grey
And time on his life keeps on tcking away

Few things in life ever do seem to last
All he has left are memories of the past
In distance many kilometers from the nearest shearing shed
Old Sammy dozes on a nursing home bed.