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AIR: Knickerbocker Line SITE SOURCE: Bush Life The Shearer's HardshipsOh dear, I feel so queer, I don't know what to doThe thought of leaving Fowler's Bay, it breaks my heart in two. If I only meet that slushy, I'll make him rue the day, That he destroyed my constitution, at that station – Fowler's Bay Chorus: Oh dear, I feel so queer, I don't know what to do The thought of leaving Fowler's Bay, it breaks my heart in two. Our cook he is a baker and confectioner by trade And many a batch of sour bread and brownie he has made He turns out in the morning and gives us plenty of stewed tea So don't forget when shearing's done to pay the cook his fees Oh, you ought to see his plum duffs, doughboys and meat pies I swear by long Maloney it would open sheaers' eyes He says, “take your time good fellows, and stares up with a glance I will dish you up much better if you give me but the chance Won't I have some news to tell my friends in Adelaide? How much I did improve in health while in Fowler's Bay I staid; Our cook is so kind, and sweet, and obliging to us all, That every time I look at him he reminds me of St Paul Spoken: Now, gentlemen when I say St Paul, I beg to be excused. I don't wish to distinguish that inferior individual as a representative of that good saint to whom we are all taught to believe in according to Scripture. No, gentlemen shearers and brother bushmen, I am only comparing him to that Boolcoomatta blackfellow, who assumes the name of St Paul owing to his religious style of corroboree, but a more tender-hearted fellow than our insignificant cook. So it's Chorus: Oh, dear I feel so queer etc |