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The Silent Shearer





The Silent Shearer - Andrew Barton Paterson

 Weary and listless, sad and slow, 
Without any conversation, 
Was a man that worked on The Overflow, 
The butt of the shed and the station. 

The shearers christened him Noisy Ned, 
With an alias "Silent Waters", 
But never a needless word he said 
In the hut or the shearers' quarters. 

Which caused annoyance to Big Barcoo, 
The shed's unquestioned ringer, 
Whose name was famous Australia through 
As a dancer, fighter and singer. 

He was fit for the ring, if he'd had his rights 
As an agent of devastation; 
And the number of men he had killed in fights 
Was his principal conversation. 

"I have known blokes go to their doom," said he, 
"Through actin' with haste and rashness: 
But the style that this Noisy Ned assumes, 
It's nothing but silent flashness. 

"We may just be dirt, from his point of view, 
Unworthy a word in season; 
But I'll make him talk like a cockatoo 
Or I'll get him to show the reason." 

Was it chance or fate, that King Condamine, 
A king who had turned a black tracker, 
Had captured a baby purcupine, 
Which he swapped for a "fig tobacker"? 

With the porcupine in the Silent's bed 
The shearers were quite elated, 
And the things to be done, and the words to be said, 
Were anxiously awaited. 

With a screech and a howl and an eldritch cry 
That nearly deafened his hearers 
He sprang from his bunk, and his fishy eye 
Looked over the laughing shearers. 

He looked them over and he looked them through 
As a cook might look through a larder; 
"Now, Big Barcoo, I must pick on you, 
You're big, but you'll fall the harder." 

Now, the silent man was but slight and thin 
And of middleweight conformation, 
But he hung one punch on the Barcoo's chin 
And it ended the altercation. 

"You've heard of the One-round Kid," said he, 
"That hunted 'em all to shelter? 
The One-round Finisher -- that was me, 
When I fought as the Champion Welter. 

"And this Barcoo bloke on his back reclines 
For being a bit too clever, 
For snakes and wombats and porcupines 
Are nothing to me whatever. 

"But the golden rule that I've had to learn 
In the ring, and for years I've tried it, 
Is only to talk when it comes your turn, 
And never to talk outside it."




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