Oh, the springtime
it brings on the shearing
And it's then you will see them in droves
To the West Country stations all steering
A -seeking a job off the coves
With the ragged old swag on my shoulder
And a billy -caught pot in my hand
I tell you we'll astonish the new chums
To see how we travel the land
And af ter the shearing is over
And the wool season's all at an end
It is then you will see those
flash -shearers
Making Johnny cakes around in the bend
With the ragged old swag on my shoulder
And a billy -cork pot in my hand
I tell you we'll astonish the new chums
To see how we travel the land
From Billabong, Murray and Laudan
To the far Tatyara and back
All the hills and the plains are well trodden
By the men on the Wallaby track
With a ragged old swag on my shoulder
And a billy -caught pot in my hand
I tell you we'll astonish the new chums,
To see how we travel the land.