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Lachlan Tigers is an old traditional folk song.
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2,3,4!
Verse:
Well at his gate each shearer stood
As the whistle loudly blew
With eyebrows fixed and lips compressed
The tigers all bent too
You could hear the clicking of the shears
As through the wool they glide
You see a gun already turned
He’s on the whipping side
Chorus:
A lot of Lachlan tigers it’s plain to see we are
Hark to our burly ringer as he loudly calls for tar
Tar here! calls one and quick the tar boy flies
Sweep those locks away another loudly cries
Verse:
The scene it is a lively one and ought to be admired
There hasn't been a better board
Since Jacky Howe expired
Along the board our gaffer walks
His face all in a frown
And passing by the ringer says
You watch my lad keep down
Chours:
A lot of Lachlan tigers it’s plain to see we are
Hark to our burly ringer as he loudly calls for tar
Tar here! calls one and quick the tar boy flies
Sweep those locks away another loudly cries
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