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So, the bank has bust its boiler! And in six or seven year / It will pay me all my money back--of course! / But the horse will perish waiting while the grass is germinating, / And I reckon I'll be something like the horse.
There's the ploughing to be finished and the ploughmen want their pay, / And I'd like to wire the fence and sink a tank; / But I own I'm fairly beat how I'm going to make ends meet / With my money in a reconstructed bank.