Shearers' Song

Henry Lawson, 1888

      The season is over;
      The shearing is done;
      The wages are paid; and
      The "sprees" have begun.
      But never a shanty
      Gets sight of my cheques;
      For far down the Murray
      My Annie expects
      A heart that is faithful,
      A head that is clear,
      And sufficient provisions
      To last for a year