Misc Traditional – Lime-Juice Tub (Guitar)

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[Verse 1]
     G                  D7        G
When shearing comes lay down your drums

                       C         G
Step on the boards you brand new chums

                     C         G
With a ra-dum ra-dum rub-a-dub-dub

                   D7         G
Send him home in a lime juice tub
[Chorus]
               D7        G
Here we are in New South Wales

                  C      G
Sheraing sheep as big as whales

                       C     G
With leather necks and daggy tails

                      D7    G
And hides as tough as rusty nails
[Verse 2]
                     D7        G
Now you have crossed the briny deep

                  C       G
You fancy you can shear a sheep

                     C         G
With a ra-dum ra-dum rub-a-dub-dub

                         D7         G
We'll send you home in a lime juice tub
[Verse 3]
                        D7          G
There's brand new chums and cockies sons

                      C        G
They fancy that they are great guns

                    D7        G
They fancy they can shear the wool

                         C        G
But the buggers can only tear and pull
[Verse 4]
                       D7             G
They tar the sheep til they're nearly black

                    C       G
Roll up roll up and get the sack

                            C       G
Once more we're away on the Wallaby track

                 D7       G
More to look for work out back
[Verse 5]
                  D7        G
The very next job they undertake

                         C           G
Is to press the wool but they make a mistake

                    C           G
They press the wool without any bales

                   D7        G
Sheraing's hell in New South Wales
[Verse 6]
                   D7       G
And when they meet upon the road

                     C                G
From off their backs throw down their load

                       C      G
And at the sun they'll take a look

                             D7         G
Saying I reckon it's time to breast the cook
[verse 7]
                D7          G
We camp in huts without any doors

               C     G
Sleep upon the muddy floors

                               C        G
With a pannikin of flour and a sheet of bark

                      D7     G
To wallop up a damper in the dark
[verse 8]
                 D7         G
Although you live beyond your means

                     C      G
Yours daughters wear no crinolines

                        C         G
Nor are they covered by boots and shoes

                    D7        G
They're wild in the bush with kangaroos
[verse 9]
                    D7          G
It's home it's home I'd like to be

                    C       G
Not humping my drum in this country

                      C          G
It's sixteen thousand miles I've come

               D7               G
To march along with the blanket drum
[Verse 10]
                  D7          G
But shearing here boys give a cheer

                       C         G
Step to the boards and grab your gear

                    C         G
With a ra-dum ra-dum rub-a-dub-dub

                   D7         G
Send him home in a lime juice tub