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You lazy boy, you're here at last, / You must be wooden-legged; / Now, are you sure the gate is fast / And all the sliprails pegged / And all the milkers at the yard, / The calves all in the pen? / We don't want Poley's calf to suck / His mother dry again.
And did you mend the broken rail / And make it firm and neat? / I s'pose you want that brindle steer / All night among the wheat. / And if he finds the lucerne patch, / He'll stuff his belly full; / He'll eat till he gets 'blown' on that / And busts like Ryan's bull.