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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.