document.write("O I dreamt I shore in a shearing shed and it was a dream of joy<br />For every one of the rouseabouts was a girl dressed up as a boy<br />Dressed up like a page in a pantomime the prettiest ever seen<br />They had flaxen hair they had coal black hair and every shade between<br /><br />There was short plump girls there was tall slim girls and the handsomest ever seen<br />They was four foot five they was six foot high and every shade between<br /><br />The shed was cooled by electric fans that was over every shoot<br />The pens was of polished mahogany and everything else to suit<br />The huts had springs to the mattresses and the tucker was simply grand<br />And every night by the billabong we danced to a German band<br /><br />Our pay was the wool on the jumbucks\\\' backs so we shore till all was blue<br />The sheep was washed afore they was shore and the rams were scented too<br />And we all of us cried when the shed cut out in spite of the long hot days<br />For every hour them girls waltzed in with whisky and beer on trays<br /><br />There was three of them girls to every chap and as jealous as they could be<br />There was three of them girls to every chap and six of them picked on me<br />We was drafting them out for the homeward track and sharing them round like steam<br />When I woke with my head in the blazing sun to find it a shearer\\\'s dream");