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Click Go the Shears by Anonymous

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Out on the board the old shearer stands,

Grasping his shears in his long, bony hands,

Fixed is his gaze on a bare-bellied ‘joe’,

Glory if he gets her, won’t he make the ringer go.

 

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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 the blue-bellied ‘joe’.

 

In the middle of the floor in his cane-bottomed chair

Is the boss of the board, with eyes everywhere;

Notes well each fleece as it comes to the screen,

Paying strict attention if it’s taken off clean.

 

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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 the blue-bellied ‘joe’.

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Bold Jack Donahoe by Anonymous

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’Twas of a valiant highwayman and outlaw of disdain

Who’d scorn to live in slavery or wear a convict’s chain;

His name it was Jack Donahoe of courage and renown –

He’d scorn to live in slavery or humble to the Crown.

 

This bold, undaunted highwayman, as you may understand,

Was banished for his natural life from Erin’s happy land.

In Dublin city of renown, where his first breath he drew,

It’s there they titled him the brave and bold Jack Donahoe.

 

He scarce had been a twelvemonth on the Australian shore,

When he took to the highway, as oft he had before.

Brave Macnamara, Underwood, Webber and Walmsley too,

These were the four associates of bold Jack Donahoe.

 

As Jack and his companions roved out one afternoon,

Not thinking that the pains of death would overcome so soon,

To their surprise five horse police appeared all in their view,

And in quick time they did advance to take Jack Donahoe.

 

‘Come, come, you cowardly rascals, oh, do not run away!

We’ll fight them man to man, my boys, their number’s only three;

For I’d rather range the bush around, like dingo or kangaroo,

Than work one hour for Government,’ said bold Jack Donahoe.

 

‘Oh, no,’ said cowardly Walmsley, ‘to that I won’t agree;

I see they’re still advancing us – their number’s more than three.

And if we wait we’ll be too late, the battle we will rue.’

‘Then begone from me, you cowardly dog,’ replied Jack Donahoe.

 

The Sergeant of the horse police discharged his car-a-bine,

And called aloud to Donahoe, ‘Will you fight or resign?’

‘Resign, no, no! I never will, until your cowardly crew,

For today I’ll fight with all my might,’ cried bold Jack Donahoe.

 

The Sergeant then, in a hurry his party to divide,

Placed one to fire in front of him, and another on each side;

The Sergeant and the Corporal, they both fired too,

Till the fatal ball had pierced the heart of bold Jack Donahoe.

 

 

 

Six rounds he fought those horse police before the fatal ball,

Which pierced his heart with cruel smart, caused Donahoe to fall;

And as he closed his mournful eyes he bade this world adieu,

Saying, ‘Good people all, pray for the soul of poor Jack Donahoe.’

Ned Kelly by Anonymous

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Ned Kelly was born in a ramshackle hut,

He’d battled since he was a kid:

He grew up with bad men and duffers and thieves,

And learnt all the bad things they did.

 

Now down at Glenrowan they held up the pub,

And were having a drink and a song,

When the troopers rolled up and surrounded the place:

The Kellys had waited too long.

 

Some say he’s a hero and gave to the poor.

While others, ‘A killer,’ they say;

But to me it just proves the old saying is true,

The saying that crime doesn’t pay.

 

Yet, when I look round at some people I know,

And the prices of things that we buy;

I just think to myself, well perhaps, after all,

Old Ned wasn’t such a bad guy.