《Click! Go the Shears》
Out on the porch, the old shearer stands
Grasping his shears in his thin bony hands
Fixed is his gaze on a blue-belly Joe
Glory! if he gets there, won't he make the ringer go
Click! go the shears, boys, Click! Click! Click!
Wide is his bow and his hands move quick
The ringer looks around and he's beaten by a blow
And curses he a swagger with a beer-bellied Joe