How I loved it way back then
As a young country Lad~
One of the best ways to start in life
Some of the best times in life I've had~
Away out in the Australian country
Far out within the open land
A healthy life with little strife
A life so sublime and grand~
There'd be a homestead in house paddock
Station hand quarters to be found~
Sheds of every description
Yards and races all built sound~
Old shearing shed used once a year
I loved shearing time just so~
It'd come around and we'd be ready
All in to strike a blow~
I can still hear the old lister engine
Thumping away while shed was shaking~
Shearers shearing sheep all day long
Flat out with backs almost breaking~
That old long handle press pressing
With sheep the shed was full~
Some blokes branding all the shawn sheep
How I loved the smell of wool~
Musterers out there mustering
Taken the shawn sheep all back~
Back to where they came from
A few mile up the track~
Old shearing shed was solid
Inside such old and polished rails~
Classing table never empty
And bags of branded wool in bales~
Apart from that we'd be mustering and marking
Dipping and drenching too~
Loved the work as a young lad
I miss it so I do~
There was always greasing saddles
On a rainy day as well~
Sometimes we'd be shoeing horses
To fill in time then might I tell~
Jobs like dehorning cattle
And of course carting the hay~
And sometimes we'd be bagging split grain
I loved it back in my lad years day~
I miss the horses that I had then
And of course my working dogs as well~
All gone by the way now
These days it's motor bikes so swell~
Rolling hills all about
Fence lines straight and very long~
Gallars and cockatoos all over
They always made sure you heard their song~
Sheep grazing in groups here and there
Stud cattle to be found~
During the hottest days up under large gum trees
Only a crow to break the silence with it's sound~
We worked the longest days then
From before daylight through till end of day~
And loved every minute of it
When I was a young country lad then ay~
How we'd sit under a large old tree
And boil the billy slow~
Roll a smoke and then enjoy a mug of billy tea
And a good slice of dampa on the go~
We'd tell a yarn or two or three
In the shade out of the hottest sun~
Resting dogs and horses
Then out again on the open country run~
How i can still smell the fragrance
Of the gum trees when in flower~
I can still smell that fragrance of the bush
Best just after a small sun shower~
Loved it as a country lad
Away out in the country way back then~
How the stars all shone so bright at night
I really loved it so back when~
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