Goorianawa

Now I'm getting broken mouthed,
 My shearing's at an end,
Although they call me Whalebone,
 I was never known to bend.
I've shorn in every woolshed
 From the Barwon to the Bree,
But I got speared at Goorianawa
 Before I raddled three.
For by the living Joseph
 I never saw before
Such sheep as made us knuckle down
 At Goorianawa.