Miles is 54-yr-old free-lance professional violinist based near London.
Born in Sydney, educated mostly in New Zealand, married with three boys - 22, 19, 17).
He wished them to grow up without fear of computers so bought an Acorn Electron in the early 80s
and has kept pace with PC development ever since. He has built two computers,
and he is slowly learning about operating systems and networking etc.
Miles is learning basic html in spare moments.
Apart from music, Miles loves sailing and playing bridge.
The link below will enable you to download his mid file
Click Goes The Shears
The link below will enable you to visit Mile's Web Site
Link To Mile's Website
And please scroll down the page for the words of this song.
Out on the board the old shearer stands
Grasping his shears in his thin bony hands
Fixed is his gaze on a bare-bellied yoe
Glory if he gets her, won't he make the ringer go
Chorus
Click go the Shears boys, click, click, click
Wide is his blow and his hands move quick
The ringer looks around and is beaten by a blow and
curses the old snagger with the bare bellied yoe
In the middle of the floor in his cane-bottomed chair
Sits the boss of the board with his eyes everywhere
Notes well each fleece as it comes to the screen
Paying strict attention that it's taken off clean
(Chorus)
The colonial experience man, he is there of course
With his shiny leggin's on, just got off his horse
Gazes all around him like a real connoisseur
Scented soap, and brilliantine and smelling like a whore
(Chorus)
The tar-boy is there waiting on demand
With his blackened tar pot in his tarry hand
Spies one old sheep with a cut upon its back
Hears what he's waiting for it's "Tar here Jack!"
(Chorus)
Now the shearing's over, we've all got our cheque
So roll up your swags and it's off down the track
The first pub we come to it's there we'll have a spree
And everyone that comes along it's "Have a drink with me!"
(Chorus)
There we leave him standing shouting for all hands
Whilst all around him every shouter stands
His eye is on the keg which now is lowering fast,
He works hard, he drinks hard, and goes to hell at last.
