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The shipping-office clerks are ‘short,' the manager is gruff -- / ‘They cannot make reductions,' and ‘the fares are low enough. ' / They ship us West with cattle, and we go like cattle too; / And fight like dogs three times a day for what we get to chew. / We'll have the pick of empty bunks and lots of stretching room, / And go for next to nothing at the Bursting of the Boom.
So wait till the Boom bursts! -- we'll all get a show: / Then when the Boom bursts is our time to go. / We'll meet 'em coming back in shoals, with looks of deepest gloom, / But we're the sort that battle through at the Bursting of the Boom.