e: Thu, 12 Mar 1998 07:28:47 +1000
From: Kevin Woodgate
Subject: m/misc_traditional/lime-juice_tub.tab
Lime-Juice Tub Australian Folk Song
Transcribed by K Woodgate
Easy melody Version
The song can be found on records by the Bushwackers, Cobbers, William Clauson
and many other Australian Folk records.
Intro
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When shearing comes lay down your drums, Step to the board you brand new
chums
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With a ra-dum-doo and a rubadubdub We’ll send you home in a lime-juice tub.
CHORUS:
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Here we are in New South Wales Shear-in’ sheep as big as whales With
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leath-er necks and dag-gy tails And fleece as tough as rust-y nails
Since you have crossed the briny deep
You fancy you can shear a sheep,
With a ra-dum-doo and a rub-a-dub-dub
We’ll send you home in a limejuice tub.
There’s cockies’ sons and brand new chums
Who fancy that they’re all great guns.
They fancy they can shear the wool
The buggers can only tear and pull.
They tar the sheep till they’re nearly black
Roll up, roll up, and get the sack
Once more we’re away on the wallaby track
More to look for work out back.
And when they’re out upon the road
From off their backs they throw their load
And at the sun they take a look
And reckon that it’s time to press the cook.
They sleep in huts without any door
And camp upon the dirty floor,
With a pannikin of flour and a sheet of bark
To wallop up a damper in the dark.
You cockies, too, you never need fret
For I’m the man who’s willing to bet
You’re up to your eyes, heels first in debt
You’re up to your eyes, your sons as well.
Although you live beyond your means,
Your daughters wear no crinolines
Nor are they covered by boots and shoes
They’re wild in the bush with the kangaroos.
It’s home, it’s home I’d like to be,
Not humpin’ me drum in this sheep country
Over a thousand miles I’ve come
To march along with a blanket drum.
But shearing’s here, boys, give a cheer
Step to the board and grab your gear
With a ra-dum-doo and a rub-a-dub-dub
We’ll send you home in a limejuice tub.