Lockhart towards the setting sun
A hundred good shearers is
Brokong shed is the biggest
Thousands of acres on the
It's a warm spring day in 1861
We're proud to be shearing at the
Run is the biggest in the land
Come on lads, we'll all lend a hand
Thirty more tables to put them all away
When cheering is on, it seems to never end
To do the job takes a thousand
And the drover's dogs are barking as
they fill the catching pens
Eighty- seven's full sheep,
and the day is nearly done
We walk towards the homestead of the
Broke- on- Run is the biggest
Come on, lads, we'll all lend a hand
Thirty wool tables to put the wool away
We'll do ten thousand by the
Now the bullet wagon's loaded and
Murray, it's where the wolf will go
Come on lads, we'll all lend a hand
Thirty more tables to put the wall away
The brook on rung is the biggest
Come on lads, we'll all lend a hand
Thirty more tables to put the wall away
The roof of the trunk is the
Come on lads, we'll all lend a hand
30 old tables to put the wood away
We'll do 10,000 by the end of the day
The roof of the trunk is the
Come on lads, we'll all lend a hand
30 old tables to put the wood away
Come on, run with the biggest and the best