| The Shearing is over once more for the year
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| The rousies are smiling as they roll up their gear
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| They’ve got their cheques and they’re feeling just right
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| It’s gonna be on at that old woolshed tonight
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| The word get’s around there’s a dance on the board
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| With horses and sulkies and an old rattling Ford
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| Thru' creek beds and back tracks and shortcuts they know
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| The head for the lights of the Old Woolshed Do
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| There’s fun and there’s laughter for everyone round
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| Join in the dancig, let your hair down
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| Swing that young lady, tell her you’ll be true
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| And drive her home after the Old Woolshed Do
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| There’s Mum and there’s Dad and old Jim from the store
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| But I’ve got an eye on that girl from next door
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| When the music starts playing and I’ve had a few
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| Then I’ll feel like dancing ‘til the old sun peeps thru.
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| There’s fun and there’s laughter for everyone round
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| Join in the dancig, let your hair down
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| Swing that young lady, tell her you’ll be true
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| And drive her home after the Old Woolshed Do
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| The Swaggy awakes on the hay in the barn
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| Awoken by laughter that comes from the faram
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| With straw in his hair and a bottle of brew
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| He heads for the light sof the Old Woolshed Do.
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| There’s fun and there’s laughter for everyone round
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| Join in the dancig, let your hair down
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| Swing that young lady, tell her you’ll be true
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| And drive her home after the Old Woolshed Do |