The Ballad Of 1891
The price of wool was falling in 1891
The men who owned the acres saw something must be done
""We will break the Shearers' Union, and show we're masters still
And they'll take the terms we give them, or we'll find the ones who will""
From Claremont to Barcaldine, the shearers' camps were full
Ten thousand blades were ready to strip the greasy wool
When through the west like thunder, rang out the Union's call
""The sheds'll be shore Union or they won't be shorn at all""
Oh, Billy Lane...
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