Bluey Brink

There once was a shearer, by name Bluey Brink,

A devil for work and a devil for drink.

He could shear five hundred a day without fear

And drink, without flinching, 12 gallons of beer.

Now Jimmy the barman who served up the drink,

Well he hated the sight of this here Bluey Brink,

Cause he stayed much too late and he came much too soon,

Each morning and evening, night time and noon

One morning as Jimmy was cleaning the bar,

With sulphuric acid he kept in a jar

When along came the shearer a hollerin' with thirst

Saying, "Whatever you've got Jim, just hand me the first"

Now it's not put in histories and it's not put in print.

Old Bluey drank acid with never a wink,

Saying, "That's the stuff, Jimmy. Christ strike me stone dead"

"This'll make me the ringer of Stevenson's Shed"

For the rest of the day as he served out the beer

Poor Jimmy the barman, he trembled with fear.

Too nervous to argue, too anxious to fight

Thinking the shearer a corpse, in his fright

But next morning as Jimmy he opened the door

Along came old Bluey a hollerin' for more

With his eyebrows all singed and his whiskers deranged

And great holes in his hyde like a dog with the mange

"Well", says young Jimmy, "How'd you find the new stuff?"

Says Bluey, "It's fine, but I've not had enough"

"Though it sets me to coughing, and you know I'm no liar"

"Each time that I cough, sets me whiskers on fire. "