词:Banjo Patterson
曲:Susanne Kalweit
I'm riding down the Castlereagh, and I'm a station hand
I'm handy with the roping pole, I'm handy with the brand
And I can ride a rowdy colt or swing an axe all day
But there's no demand for a station-hand along the Castlereagh.
So shift, boys, shift
For there isn't the slightest doubt
It's time to make a move to the stations further out
So I saddled up my packhorse and I whistled to my dog
I made for up the country at the old jig-jog.
I asked a cove for shearing once along the Marthaguy
"We shear non-union here," said he. "I call it scab," said I
I looked along the shearing floor before I turned to go
There were fifty bloody cabbies and there was a shearing in a row.
So, shift, boys, shift
For there wasn't the slightest doubt
It's time to take a move with the leprosy about
So I saddled up my packhorse and I whistled on my dog
Made for up the country at the old jig-jog.
I went to lllawcrra where my brother has a farm
He has to ask his landlord's leave before he lifts an arm
The landlord owns the countryside, man, woman, dog and cat
And they haven't the cheek to dare to speak without they touch their hat.
So, shift, boys, shift
For there wasn't the slightest doubt
Their little landlord god and I would soon have fallen out
So I saddled up my packhorse and I whistled to my dog
And I made for up the country at the old jig-jog.