O I dreamt I shore in a shearing shed and it was a dream of joy <br />For every one of the rouseabouts was a girl dressed up as a boy <br />Dressed up like a page in a pantomime the prettiest ever seen <br />They had flaxen hair they had coal black hair and every shade between <br /> <br />There was short plump girls there was tall slim girls and the handsomest ever seen <br />They was four foot five they was six foot high and every shade between <br /> <br />The shed was cooled by electric fans that was over every shoot <br />The pens was of polished mahogany and everything else to suit <br />The huts had springs to the mattresses and the tucker was simply grand <br />And every night by the billabong we danced to a German band <br /> <br />Our pay was the wool on the jumbucks' backs so we shore till all was blue <br />The sheep was washed afore they was shore and the rams were scented too <br />And we all of us cried when the shed cut out in spite of the long hot days <br />For every hour them girls waltzed in with whisky and beer on trays <br /> <br />There was three of them girls to every chap and as jealous as they could be <br />There was three of them girls to every chap and six of them picked on me <br />We was drafting them out for the homeward track and sharing them round like steam <br />When I woke with my head in the blazing sun to find it a shearer's dream<br /><br />Henry Lawson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/shearers-dream/
