"Pay Day At The Pub" lyrics

Now the weary week has ended, it's payday on the job
Let's go down to the local and mingle with the mob
You'll meet the dinkum Aussies, rough and ready as they are
With hard faces brown as leather, lined up around the bar

Someone is sure to greet you: "You chaps I'm glad to see
"Come on, you pair of somethings, and have a drink with me"
While the barmaid juggles glasses and the boss works with a will
For he loves to hear the rattle of the silver in the till

Now the roustabout is busy, he hasn't time to think
And I'm sure he'd never hear you if you ask him for a drink
Oh, the barrels that are heavy will be light ones very soon
When the brumbies come to water on a payday afternoon

Now the world is such a great place, everyone is doing well
And strange it is to listen to the stories that they tell
Some are ridin' buckin' brumbies, some are up north in the cane
Some are growling at the weather and are wishing it would rain

And there's old Jimmy Wooter in the corner by himself
Telling stories to the bottles that are standing on the shelf
Oh, he once was high and mighty, though forlorn he's looking now
In a hat that came from nowhere and a torn old Jackie Howe

Now the clock is moving onwards, the lightweights have their fill
But those with more horsepower are staying with it still
Some have already had it, and are laid out in a swoon
They'll be grumpy when they wake up on a payday afternoon

Hear the henpecked hubbies saying, "What will become of me
"For I told my little woman that I'd hurry home to tea
"She's going to play old Harry, and wail like one bereft
"When she digs into my pockets and she finds there's little left"
But if he uses a bit of blarney, she'll forgive him very soon
'Cause wives are tender-hearted on a payday afternoon

Yes, the weary week has ended, it's payday on the job
Let's go down to the local and mingle with the mob
And when you've sunk a dozen, you could climb up to the moon
Or walk to Boorooloola, on a payday afternoon