Flash Jack From Gungadai (The Great Australian Legend, 1971)
I've shore at Burrabogie and I've shore at Toganmain, I've shore at big Willandra and out on the Coleraine, But before the shearing was over I wished I was back again Shearin' for old Tom Patterson, on the One-Tree Plain.
Chorus (after each verse): All among the wool, boys, all among the wool, Keep your blades full, boys, keep your blades full, I can do a respectable tally meself whenever I like to try And I'm known around the country as Flash Jack from Gundagai.
I've shore at big Willandra, and I've shore at Tilberoo, And once I drew me blades, boys, upon the famous Barcoo, At Cowan Downs and Trida, and far as Moulamein. And I was always glad to get back again on the One-Tree Plain.
I've pinked them with the Wolseleys and I've rushed with B-bows too, I've shaved them in the grease, boys, with the grass seed showin' through. I never slummed a pen, me lads, for whatever it might contain When shearin' for old Tom Patterson, on the One-Tree Plain.
I've been whalin' up the Lachlan and I've dossed on Cooper's Creek And once I rung Cudjingie shed and blued it in a week. And when Gabriel blows his trumpet, lads, I'll catch the morning train And I'll push for old Tom Patterson's on the One-Tree Plain. A.L. Lloyd sings Flash Jack from Gundagai on The Great Australian Legend
I've shore at Burrabogie and I've shore at Toganmain, I've shore at big Willandra and out on the Coleraine, And before the shearin' was over I wished meself back again Shearin' for old Tom Patterson, on the One-Tree Plain.
Chorus (after each verse): All among the wool, boys, all among the wool, Keep your blades full, boys, keep your blades full, I can do a respectable tally meself whenever I like to try And I'm known around the country as Flash Jack from Gundagai.
I've shore at Goorianawa, likewise at Tilberoo, And once I drew my blades, boys, upon the famous Barcoo, At Cowan Downs and Trida, and as far as Moulamein. And I was always glad to get back again on the One-Tree Plain.
I've pinked 'em with the Wolseleys and I've rushed with B-bows too, I've shaved them in the grease, boys, with the grass seed showin, through. I never slummed a pen, me lads, whatever it might contain, When shearin' for old Tom Patterson, on the One-Tree Plain.
I've been whalin' up the Lachlan and I've dossed at Cooper's Creek, And once I rung Cudjingie shed and blued it in a week. And when Gabriel blows his horn, lads, I'll catch the morning train And I'll push for old Tom Patterson's on the One-Tree Plain.
Glossary:
shore shorn Burrabogie, etc most of the place-names in this song refer to large Sheep-stations in south-western New South Wales. The Barcoo, however, is a river running - when it has water - from south-west Queensland into South Australia Wolseleys machine shears B-bows hand shears shaved 'em in the grease shorn the sheep when they were undipped, and thus had unusually greasy fleeces grass-seed showin' through some kinds of grass seed had sharp pointed seed-cases, which penetrate the sheep's skin like splinters. These “splinters” are visible, embedding the skin, when the sheep is shorn. They may also be a source of pain and annoyance to the shearer slummed a pen shown a penful of sheep hastily, carelessly whalin' up the Lachlan tramping along the Lachlan River, living at least partly of fish caught in its waters Cooper's Creek name of a stretch of the Barcoo River rung Cudjingie shed shore more sheep than any other shearer in the Cudjingie shearing shed, by the end of the shearing term blued it in a week “it” is the shearer's pay-cheque for the whole shearing-term.