Oh, the shearing is all over
and the wool is coming down
I mean to get a wife, my boys,
when I come down to town
Everything must have a mate
and present itself to view
From the little paddy melon
to the bucking kangaroo
So hey, scroll up your blanket,
so let's make a push
I'll take you up the country and I'll show you the bush,
I'll be bound, you won't get such a chance another day
So come and take possession
of the old
Bullock's tray
Oh yes, a beep and damper,
I'll make sure there is enough
We'll boil in the bucket such
a wallopper of a duff
And my mates will dance and
sing to the honour of the day
To the music of the bells around the old
Bullock
Gray
So if you roll up your blankets
and let's make a push
I'll take you up the country and
I'll show you the push
I'll be bound, you won't get
such a chance another day
So come and take possession
of the old
Bullock
Gray
Oh, we'll have plenty girls, yes,
we mustn't mind that
There'll be
Flash,
Little
Maggie and
Butt -Jumpin'
Pat
There'll be
Stringy
Butt
Joe and
Green -Eyed
Mike
Oh yes, my
Colonials, as many as you like
So, scroll up your blankets
and let's make a bush
I'll take you up the country and
I'll show you the bush
I'll be bound, you won't get
such a chance another day
So come and take possession
of the old
Bullock's
Ray
Then they'll stop all immigration,
we won't need it any more
We'll be having young colonials,
twins by the score
And I wonder what the devil
Jack
Robertson would say
If he saw us promenading
round the old
Bullock's
Ray
So it's roll up your flange,
it's a lesson, make a push
I'll take you up the country and I'll show you the bush,
I'll be bound you won't get such a chance another day
So come and take possession
of the old
Bullock's grey