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Rams and jams, bulls and biscuits
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Crafts and cattle, sheep and shortbread
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Brought before the steward’s gaze
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Stock and produce, craft displays
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It’s a day when people have a go
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It’s the local district show
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Akubras, moleskins, ties and tinnies
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Trade and pleasure, booze and business
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All the experts ‘round the bar
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Will tell you where the best sheep are
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From Mumblebone or Old Ashrose?
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You’ll find a man who knows
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CHORUS
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Once a year
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From all around
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They all converge
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On the showground
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Some just look, some compete
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For some it’s just a chance to meet
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The kids’ll walk you off your feet
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But everyone’ll go
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To the local district show
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Dagwood dogs, chips and children
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Sideshow alley, shams and shooting
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Red-nosed blokes a shabby prize
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Kiosk girl with hard, dark eyes
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Tomorrow they’ll be on the go;
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It’s just another show
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CHORUS
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Sprays and presses, dips and demos,
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“Score a bargain”, says the sales rep
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A brand new tank, to fit your need,
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A special deal on wire or feed
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They’ll tell you it’s all priced to go
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Only at the show
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CHORUS
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Sale at 3, bids and buyers
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Spotters scan, “hold the hammer!”
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The Auctioneer, he spits and roars
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“For a 25 these rams are yours!”
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The bids fly quickly to and fro
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When they auction at the show
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CHORUS
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The Local District Show
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| Colin Buchanan |
