General Chat

Ooooh Allan, I KNOW that one.

When I was at Primary School, we had a New Zealand teacher come to England for a year. His name was Mr. Ketco. He was lovely.

We 10 year olds thought he was old, but on reflection, he must have been very young. He was working his way around Europe, as all the NZ and Oz people seemed to do at that time.

He taught us that song, Watzing Matilda, and Kookaburra sit in the old Gum Tree. He was lovely, dark haired and tanned.

:-)

Hi MTG

A lot of water has flown under the bridge since we last 'spoke', quite a bit of it via my kidneys :-)

Allan

Ah I've just cliqued it is a sheep shearing song is it not ?

Hello Allan,

I would NEVER ignore you dear heart.

Is that your lady love in the photie?

LG, I too moved out of the City. I went to Northamptonshire for 10 years. But the smoke and the soot called me back.

My sprogs used to be Junior Gunners.

:-) :-)

It is indeed LaGooner

Click go the Shears

Out on the board the old shearer stands
Grasping his shears in his long bony hands
Fixed is his gaze on a bare-bellied "joe"
Glory if he gets her, won't he make the ringer go

Chorus
Click go the shears boys, click, click, click
Wide is his blow and his hands move quick
The ringer looks around and is beaten by a blow
And curses the old snagger with the blue-bellied "joe"

In the middle of the floor in his cane-bottomed chair
Is the boss of the board, with eyes everywhere
Notes well each fleece as it comes to the screen
Paying strict attention if it's taken off clean

The colonial-experience man he is there, of course
With his shiny leggin's just got off his horse
Casting round his eye like a real connoisseur
Whistling the old tune "I'm the Perfect Lure"

The tar-boy is there awaiting in demand
With his blackened tar-pot and his tarry hand
Sees one old sheep with a cut upon its back
Here's what he's waiting for "Tar here Jack!"

Shearing is all over and we've all got our cheques
Roll up your swag for we're off on the tracks
The first pub we come to it's there we'll have a spree
And everyone that comes along it's, "Come and drink with me!"

Down by the bar the old shearer stands
Grasping his glass in his thin bony hands
Fixed is his gaze on a green-painted keg
Glory he'll get down on it ere he stirs a peg

There we leave him standing, shouting for all hands
Whilst all around him every shouter stands
His eyes are on the cask which is now lowering fast
He works hard he drinks hard and goes to hell at last

You take off the belly-wool clean out the crutch
Go up the neck for the rules they are such
You clean round the horns first shoulder go down
One blow up the back and you then turn around

Click, click, that's how the shears go
Click, click, so awfully quick
You pull out a sheep he'll give a kick
And still hear your shears going click, click, click

MTG

Yes, the love of my life. Photo from 1967 when I had just started going out with her. Piv taken near the trough of Bowland

Allan

'Alone, all alone in a crowded hall' - from Slievenamon song.

Allan, that's it. I can remember the tune, and some of the words.

We used to sing the song, and do the actions to it.

Mr. K said he worked on a sheep station when he was a student.

I shall be singing that going to sleep tonight.




Counting sheep.
lol

:-)

Evening Dermot.

The smoke has not called me back though I still visit my cousin quite a lot. I love where I live now and have no desire to move.

I thought thats what the song was I do believe I sang it with the Brownie Unit on an Australian Theme night or something

MTG

Don't count sheep; it doesn't work

Count their legs, and divide by four. A much better system. ;-)

LOL Allan. very clever

Good evening, Dermot

My apologies to you. I didn't see your post on the pervious page.

Allan

We used to have a 'Training Trainers' session at work.

The Trainer was handed a training script for him to use on some work issue or other. The Trainee was also handed a sheet of paper with these words of instruction on it:- "Do anything you like during this 10 min session & ignore the Trainer completely".

Very disconcerting for the Trainer. That's what I call 'being ignored'.

I know because I was that Trainer! (From the pack of cards song).

Oh, I nearly forgot - "Good evening Barbra".

lol LaGooner

The system usually works, but now, due to the economic downturn, people have once again taken to sheep rustling, although they (the people) are a bit smarter and do it bit by bit: one leg at a time!

So, if you get one of those three-legged sheep in your counting, you are then tossing and turning all night wondering why you have a remainder :-S

If thats the case you must have some mighty wobbly sheep in OZ, :-D :-D

no, they just move all the wobbly ones to the hilly regions, then they can go round and round on the hillsides, and appear to be "normal"





Hi everyone

Not really LaGoona

The farmers fit them up with little wooden crutches.

It's known in the local parlance as 'sheep crutching' :-D

Allan

:-D :-D :-D

Hello Sylvia

Are you keeping well?

Allan

Hi Allan

I'm fine, now ...... especially after learning that the mastectomy has got everything, and it is probable that I will not need any further treatment, not even a preventative program of radiation

Amazing what learning that does for the morale!!


Hope all is well with you?



sylvia