This is a fine humdinger of a sheep-shearing song and has a terrific opening first line to whit
"Now at his gate each shearer stood as the whistle loudly blew, ..."
The whole song is very graphic and evocative bringing to life the atmosphere prevailing in a shearing shed as it must have been at the turn of the 19th-century. Little is left out. The tune lends itself easily and dramatically to the lyrics, a fine song indeed.
This song was also gleaned from the pages of The Bushwackers Australian Song Book