I was drinking here one evening said the old man with a 
grin
And everything was peaceful til some ringer blokes came 
in
There were four of them in number and they seemed to be 
half full
And they been arguing on how to throw and tie a 
scrubber bull

Well they talked of cattle camps from Bourke to Anthony 
Lagoon
And they talked of runnin' scrubbers ‘neath the glimmer 
of the moon
And they talked of ridin' buckers when the subject 
turned to fights 
And by this time said the old man they were gettin' 
pretty tight
Oh yeah

Just then the fighting shearer from the Lachlan came 
around
He had five mates behind him but the ringers stood 
their ground
The shearers had been drinking on the far end of the 
bar 
They'd been shearing lambs and wethers and were calling 
out for tar

They'd been cursin' cooks and rousies and the experts 
left and right
When they heard the ringers cooee and the subject 
turned to fight
Then a deadly calm descended like the lull before a 
storm
Which erupted like a cyclone as the fighters showed 
their form
Oh yeah!

Oh the presser punched a moment with the tallest of the 
four
Till the lanky bloke connected and he crumpled to the 
floor
Then lanky aimed a beauty at the nearest shearers chin
But a king hit from the sideline put the long one in a 
spin

When an innocent bystander sought an exit to the door
He was trampled in the blood and glass and beer upon 
the floor
Then the worried barman screamed out, he yelled with 
all his might
Are you crazy lot of blighters here to drink or here to 
fight!!
Oh that's right!!

They were battered bruised and winded so they gathered 
round the bar
‘Cept the innocent bystander who went limping to his 
car 
Oh the good old days have vanished in the darkness and 
the gloom
In the wake of modern tourists in this mighty mineral 
boom

And the dinkum Aussie bushmen are a slowly dyin' race
And it hurts me when I see the type that's come to take 
their place
So I come here every evening just to sort of reminisce
‘Cos another blue like that one is a thing I'd hate to 
miss
Oh yeah

Hey! I was drinking here one evening said the old man 
with a grin
And everything was peaceful til those kucker blokes 
came in
So I come here every evening just to sit and reminisce
‘Cos another blue like that one is a thing I'd hate to 
miss