Slim Dusty - I Hope They Fight Again lyrics

I was drinking here one evening said the old man with a grin And everything was peaceful til some ringer blokes came in There were four of them in number and they seemed to be half full And they were arguing on how to throw and tie a scrubber bull Well they talked of cattle camps from Bourke to Anthony Lagoon And they talked of runnin' scrubbers ‘neath the glimmer of the moon And they talked of ridin' buckers when the subject turned to fights And by this time said the old man they were gettin' pretty tight Oh yeah Just then the fighting shearer from the Lachlan came around He had five mates behind him but the ringers stood their ground The shearers had been drinking on the far end of the bar and They'd been shearing lambs and wethers and were calling out for tar They'd been cursin' cooks and rousies and the experts left and right When they heard the ringers cooee and the subject turned to fight Then a deadly calm descended like the lull before a storm Which erupted like a cyclone as the fighters showed their form Oh that's right!! Oh the presser punched a moment with the tallest of the four Till the lanky bloke connected and he crumpled to the floor Then lanky aimed a beauty at the nearest shearers chin But a king hit from the sideline put the long one in a spin When an innocent bystander sought an exit to the door He was trampled with the blood and gla** and beer upon the floor Just then the worried barman hollered out with all his might Are you crazy lot of blighters here to drink or here to fight!! Oh that's right!! They were battered bruised and winded so they gathered round the bar ‘Cept the innocent bystander who went limping to his car Oh the good old days have vanished in the darkness and the gloom In the wake of modern tourists and this might mineral boom For the dinkum Aussie bushmen are a slowly dyin' race And it hurts me when I see the type that come to take their place So I come here every evening and I sit and reminisce ‘Cos another blue like that one is a thing I'd hate to miss Oh yeah I was drinking here one evening said the old man with a grin And everything was peaceful til some ringer blokes came in