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I come from the south and my name it's field 
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And when my shears are properly steeled 
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A  hundred and more I have very often peeled, 
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And of course I'm a ryebuck shear-er 
 
There's a bloke on the board and I heard him say 
That I couldn't shear a hundred sheep in a day 
But some fine day I'll show him the way 
And prove I'm a ryebuck shearer 
 
There's a bloke on the board and he's got yellow skin 
A very long nose and he shaves on the chin 
And a voice like a billygoat pissing on a tin 
And of course he's a ryebuck shearer 
 
There's a bloke named Bill, or so I've heard 
He's got a face like a dried up Buffalow's turd 
He thinks he's really good but ya oughta see his bird 
She thinks shes a ryebuck shearer