There's a sound of many voices in the camp and on the track, <br />And letters coming up in shoals to stations at the back; <br />And every boat that crosses from the sunny 'other side' <br />Is bringing waves of shearers for the swelling of the tide. <br /> <br />For the shearing's coming round, boys, the shearing's coming round, <br />And the stations of the mountains have begun to hear the sound. <br /> <br />They'll be talking up at Laghmor of the tallies that were shore, <br />And the man who broke the record is remembered at Benmore; <br />And the yarns of strikes and barneys will be told till all is blue, <br />And the ringers and the bosses will be passed in long review. <br /> <br />For the shearing's coming round, boys, the shearing's coming round, <br />And the stations of the mountains have begun to hear the sound. <br /> <br />The great Orari muster and the drafting of the men <br />Like a mob of ewes and wethers will be surely told again; <br />And a lot of heathen places that will rhyme with kangaroo <br />Will be named along with ringers and the things that they can do. <br /> <br />For the shearing's coming round, boys, the shearing's coming round, <br />And the stations of the mountains have begun to hear the sound. <br /> <br />At last the crowds will gather for the morning of the start, <br />And the slowest of the jokers will be trying to look smart; <br />And a few will get the bullet, and high hopes will have a fall, <br />And the bloke that talks the loudest stands a show of looking small. <br /> <br />For the shearing's coming round, chaps, the shearing's coming round, <br />And the voices of the workers have begun to swell the sound.<br /><br />David McKee Wright<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/shearing-s-coming/
