There'd be a blue out the back 

And we'd all rush from the bar to take a look

Drover Pat and Billy argued

Been drinkin' in the heat all afternoon

They were rollin in the dirt, fists were flyin

Things were gettin' rough

When Billy stated bleedin'

the Publican said "fellas break it up"



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Shake on it, 

just put it there 

That's the way it's always been round here

You can trust a man 

when he held out is hand and said

"Lets shake on it"



They were battered and bruised 

When Pat and Billy picked themselves up

They looked each other over

Two friends appeared from behind the sweat and dust

Billy picked up his hat, and clipped his old mate on the ear

and said "We'll call it a draw Pat, 

but i reckon you owe me a beer"



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Now the years have rolled by

and they still disagree 

But that old handshake's as firm

as it used to be



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