Henry Lawson

Shearer’s Song

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.

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