The Shearers Dream

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