The Lime Juice Tub

When shearing comes lay down your drums
And step on the board, you brand-new chums
With a ra-dum, ra-dum, rub-a-dub-dub
We’ll send them home in a lime-juice tub
There’s brand-new chums and cockies' sons
They fancy that they are great guns
With a ra-dum, ra-dum, rub-a-dub-dub
We’ll send them home in a lime-juice tub
They fancy they can shear the wool
But the beggars can only tear and pull
With a ra-dum, ra-dum, rub-a-dub-dub
We’ll send them home in a lime-juice tub
With a ra-dum, ra-dum, rub-a-dub-dub
We’ll send them home in a lime-juice tub
You cocky farmers never need fret
Your skinflint wives I’ll not forget
And I’m not a feller that’s game to bet
You’re over your head and heels in debt
With your hats of bark and your old dirt floors
And your daughters never wear any drawers
Nor any kinds of boots and shoes;
They’re wild in the bush like kangaroos!
A pannikin of flour and a sheet of bark
To wallop up a damper in the dark
With a ra-dum, ra-dum, rub-a-dub-dub
We’ll send them home in a lime-juice tub
Well here we are in New South Wales
Shearing lambs with daggy tails
With a ra-dum, ra-dum, rub-a-dub-dub
We’ll send them home in a lime-juice tub