Click Go The Shears Roud 8398

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A.L. Lloyd recorded the merry Click Go the Shears in 1956 for high capacity pruning tool the Riverside album Australian Bush Songs and in 1958 for Wood Ranger electric power shears Shears review the Wattle LP Across the Western Plains. Along with the Lime Juice Tub, Click Go the Shears was in all probability probably the most persistent of the previous-time shearers’ songs. It was still incessantly to be heard in the sheds of the Western Line of N.S.W. The theme of the dogged outdated shearer who’ll by no means say die is familiar in Australian folklore (for instance, in Goorianawa, The Back-block Shearer, and on this album, One of many Has-Beens). The tune is that of the American Civil War music, Ring the Bell, Watchman! The opening verse is a parody of that track, which Henry Lawson heard sung in the bush (see his essay: The Songs They Used to Sing). The tune was additionally used for the revival hymn: Pull for the Shore, high capacity pruning tool and for a temperance anthem that some of us remember from meetings of a juvenile temperance guild known as "The Ropeholders" the place we raised out eight-yr-previous voices in the chorus: "Sign the pledge, brother!



Sign! Sign! Sign! Asking the help of the Helper Divine! The Bushwhackers sang Click Go the Shears in 1957 on their Wattle EP Australian Bush Songs. In the final verse of Click Go the Shears rings the cry of the shearer on the spree at the top of the shearing season: "And everyone that comes along, it’s come and drink with me." Most of the shearers who sang that must have loved it all the extra because they knew the very critical parody of Ring the Bell, Watchman, sung by temperance crusaders in England: "Sign, signal the pledge, brother; sign, signal the pledge"! Click Go the Shears is one of the preferred of our people songs, most traditional singers know it. There are a lot of extra verses than those the Bushwhackers sing right here, however the tune seldom varies. That's because it is ready to the tune of a highly regarded semi-religious track, Ring the Bell, Watchman, which very many people had learnt in school, or knew from printed books.



Peter Dickie sang Click Go the Shears in 1967 on Martyn Wyndham-Read’s, Phyl Vinnicombe’s and his album Bullockies, Bushwackers & Booze. Australia’s best identified music, telling of the rigours and hardships of the shearer’s life both in the shed and at the tip of the season. The tune is also referred to as Ring the Bell, Watchman! Martyn Wyndham-Read sang Click Go the Shears with A.L. Lloyd helping out on chorus in 1971 on the subject album The nice Australian Legend. The good old stand-by among shearing songs. It started out as a parody of the favored American Civil War music, Ring the Bell, Watchman! Henry Clay Work (the bell in query was rung to signify the top of the conflict). Characteristically, among Australia’s mythological heroes is Crooked Mick, the enormous shearer. He’d shear 5 hundred sheep a day; more, if it have been ewes. He worked so fast, his shears ran sizzling; he’d have half-a-dozen pairs of blades within the water-pot at a time, cooling off.



He was a bit tough, although. He kept 5 tar-boys running, dabbing on Stockholm tar each time he minimize a sheep. They say that after, within the previous Dunlop shed, the boss got annoyed at the way Mick was dealing with the sheep, and stated: "That’ll do, you’re sacked." Mick was going all out on the time, and he had a dozen more sheep shorn earlier than he may straighten up and dangle his shears on the hook. Click go the shears, boys, click on, click on, click on. And he curses that old snagger with the blue-bellied ewe. Sits the boss of the board together with his eyes everywhere. Paying shut attention that it’s took off clear. Together with his previous tar-pot and in his tarry hand. This is what he’s waitin’ for: "Tar right here, Jack! A long blow up the again and switch her round. Click, click on, click, that’s how the shearin’ goes. Click, clicketty click, oh my boys it isn’t slow.