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Date: Thu, 12 Mar 1998 07:28:47 +1000
From: Kevin Woodgate
Subject: m/misc_traditional/lime-juice_tub.tab
Lime-Juice Tub Australian Folk Song
Transcribed by K Woodgate
Easy melody Version
The song can be found on records by the Bushwackers, Cobbers, William Clauson
and many other Australian Folk records.
Intro
G C D7 G
e|-2--2--2--2-|----0-------|----------|
B|------------|-3-----3--1-|-0--------|
G|------------|------------|----2--0--|
D|------------|------------|----------|
A|------------|------------|----------|
E|------------|------------|----------|
D7 G C G
e|------------------|-------------------|------------------|-----------------
B|-0---0----2----3--|0------------------|-------------0----|-----------------
G|------------------|----2----0---0-----|-0---0--2---------|-0---------------
D|------------------|-------------------|------------------|----2----0---0---
A|------------------|-------------------|------------------|-----------------
E|------------------|-------------------|------------------|-----------------
When shearing comes lay down your drums, Step to the board you brand new
chums
C G D7 G
e|------------|-------------|------------|----------------|-----------------
B|------------|-------------|------------|----------0-----|-----------------
G|------------|-----0---0---|------------|-0---2---------0|-0-----------0---
D|-0--------0-|-0---------2-|-0----0---0-|----------------|---2----4--------
A|-----3-2----|-------------|---3--------|----------------|-----------------
E|------------|-------------|------------|----------------|-----------------
With a ra-dum-doo and a rubadubdub We`ll send you home in a lime-juice tub.
CHORUS:
D7 G C G
e|--------------|---------------------|----------------|--------------|
B|-0---1--3---0-|---------------------|----0-----------|--------------|
G|--------------|-2---0----0-----o----|-2--------0-----|--------------|
D|--------------|---------------------|-------------2--|-0-0----------|
A|--------------|---------------------|----------------|----------3---|
E|--------------|---------------------|----------------|--------------|
Here we are in New South Wales Shear-in` sheep as big as whales With
C G D7 G
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B|-----------------|----------------|-----------0----|----------------||
G|---------------0-|----------------|-0-----2--------|-0---------0----||
D|------0--0-------|-2------0-----0-|----------------|----2---4-------||
A|-2---------------|-----3----------|----------------|----------------||
E|-----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------||
leath-er necks and dag-gy tails And fleece as tough as rust-y nails
Since you have crossed the briny deep
You fancy you can shear a sheep,
With a ra-dum-doo and a rub-a-dub-dub
We`ll send you home in a limejuice tub.
There`s cockies` sons and brand new chums
Who fancy that they`re all great guns.
They fancy they can shear the wool
The buggers can only tear and pull.
They tar the sheep till they`re nearly black
Roll up, roll up, and get the sack
Once more we`re away on the wallaby track
More to look for work out back.
And when they`re out upon the road
>From off their backs they throw their load
And at the sun they take a look
And reckon that it`s time to press the cook.
They sleep in huts without any door
And camp upon the dirty floor,
With a pannikin of flour and a sheet of bark
To wallop up a damper in the dark.
You cockies, too, you never need fret
For I`m the man who`s willing to bet
You`re up to your eyes, heels first in debt
You`re up to your eyes, your sons as well.
Although you live beyond your means,
Your daughters wear no crinolines
Nor are they covered by boots and shoes
They`re wild in the bush with the kangaroos.
It`s home, it`s home I`d like to be,
Not humpin` me drum in this sheep country
Over a thousand miles I`ve come
To march along with a blanket drum.
But shearing`s here, boys, give a cheer
Step to the board and grab your gear
With a ra-dum-doo and a rub-a-dub-dub
We`ll send you home in a limejuice tub.
