Shearers For Life Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

Lonesome and hot,
covered with dust
the Hilton it's not
and the work is a must.

The shearer bends down
in the heat of the day
and he earns the sweet crown
of The Alice okay.

When the shearing is done
they sit down on the porch
just to have some good fun
in the light of the torch.

Where the VB is flowing
from big can after can
til the rooster is crowing
it's the night of The Man.

He has done his day's work
with a hundred and ten
and thus beaten the jerk
by the name of Fat Ben.

It's a life not to die for
and there's only one sheila
she's a looker to cry for
but she drinks her Tequila.

When the work is all done
a new season commences
they go out in the sun
to build miles of 'roo fences.

And at night they sit drinking
in the light of the moon
as the sheila is winking
like a horny raccoon.

As the years pass like mozzies
those who love it out here
are the fair dinkum Aussies
who at night drink their beer.