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The shearers squint along the pens, they squint along the ‘shoots; ' / The shearers squint along the board to catch the Boss's boots; / They have no time to straighten up, they have no time to stare, / But when the Boss is looking on, they like to be aware.
_The ‘rouser' has no soul to save. Condemn the rouseabout! / And sling 'em in, and rip 'em through, and get the bell-sheep out; / And skim it by the tips at times, or take it with the roots -- / But ‘pink' 'em nice and pretty when you see the Boss's boots._