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hu017 发表于 2015-2-10 06:05 
我在马路边捡到一分钱
小时候唱的《剪羊毛》来自澳洲。
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 he 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.
(Chorus)
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".
(Chorus)
The tar-boy is there, a-waiting in demand,
With his blackened tar-pot and his tarry hand,
Sees one old sheep with a cut upon its back,
Hears what he's waiting for "Tar here Jack!"
(Chorus)
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!"
(Chorus)
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.
(Chorus)
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 har,d and goes to hell at last.
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