There was shearing down at Gwambygine, the going had been tough
We reckon when we'd finished work that we had worked enough
Oh, the chinamen jumped in the creek, the cook went on the spree
We rounded up the countryside and held a jamboree
There was music down in the hollow
There was singing and dancing and beer
There was never such a shindy from Surat to Goondiwindi
When the shearing was done for the year
There was seven concertinas and the gadget made of wood
A fellow with the trombone got a note in where he could
A fiddle and a cornet, and a nigger with a leaf
He knew the swanny river, so we voted him the chief
There was music down in the hollow
There was singing and dancing and beer
There was never such a shindy from Surat to Goondiwindi
When the shearing was done for the year
It was nearly ten o'clock next day before we found the cook
The whiskey he'd been drinkin' must've made him awful crook
He was sleepin' in the pigsty with his head upon a sow
And when they both woke up at once, you should've heard the row
There was music down in the hollow
There was singing and dancing and beer
There was never such a shindy from Surat to Goondiwindi
When the shearing was done for the year