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When he's over a rough and unpopular shed, / With the sins of the bank and the men on his head; / When he musn't look black or indulge in a grin, / And thirty or forty men hate him like Sin -- / I am moved to admit -- when the total is scored -- / That it's just a bit off for the Boss-of-the-board. / I have battled a lot, / But my dream's never soared / To the lonely position of Boss-of-the-board.
'Twas a black-listed shed down the Darling: the Boss / Was a small man to see -- though a big man to cross -- / We had nought to complain of -- except what we thought, / And the Boss didn't boss any more than he ought; / But the Union was booming, and Brotherhood soared, / So we hated like poison the Boss-of-the-board. / We could tolerate ‘hands' -- / We respected the cook; / But the name of a Boss was a blot in our book.