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If you want a game to tame you and to take your measure in	A
Try a week or two of trucking in a mine	B
Where the rails are never level for a half a minute's spin	A
And the curves are short and sharp along the line	B
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Try the feverish bottom level down five hundred feet of shaft	C
Where the atmosphere is like a second suit	D
When the wash is full of water and you've got to run the graft	C
For there's forty ton of gravel in the shoot	D
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'Want a job o' truckin' dost tha ' says the boss old Geordie Rist	E
Shift's a trucker short ma lad but aw don' know	F
Can'st tha do th' work though think'st tha Art a pretty decent fist	E
Eh well damme thoo can try it go below '	-
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So the cage is manned the knocker clangs and clatters on the brace	G
The engine draws a deep defiant breath	H
To inflate her lungs of iron and in silence face to face	G
We drop into the darkness deep as death	H
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Then a fairy sense of lightness and of floating on the night	I
A sudden glare and Number Three is passed	J
Soon a sound of warring waters and another rush of light	I
'All clear ' The up trip never seems so fast	J
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It is rough upon the tyro that first tussle with the trucks	K
The wretched four with worn three cornered wheels	L
That are sure to fall to his lot and to floor him if his pluck's	K
Not true when mates are grinding at his heels	L
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Then the struggle at the incline and the deuced ticklish squeeze	M
At the curves where strength alone not all avails	M
And the floundering in the mullock and the badly broken knees	M
Before he learns to run upon the rails	M
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But it's like all other grafting and the man that has the grit	N
Won't tucker out with one back racking shift	O
When he's sweated to condition with his muscles firm and fit	N
He'll disdain to stick at seven trucks of drift	O
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He can swarm around the pinches with a scramble and a dash	P
And negotiate the inclines just as pat	Q
And the sheets of iron rattle and the waters surge and splash	P
As he shoots the full 'uns in along the plat	Q
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When the empties wind and clatter down the drive and through the dark	R
As 'blowing' spells those backward journeys serve	S
On before deep set in darkness glints and glows a feeble spark	R
The candle burning dimly at the curve	S
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After cribs are polished off and when the smoke begins to rise	M
And cling about the caps and in the cracks	M
There's a passing satisfaction in the patriarchal lies	M
Of the Geordie pioneers and Cousin Jacks	M
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Lanky Steve's unwritten stories of the fun of Fifty two	T
Or the dashing days at Donkey Woman's Flat	Q
Of traps and beaks and heavy yields and pugilists put through	T
And lifting up the flag at Ballarat	Q
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Yes the truckers' toil is rather heavy grafting as a rule	U
Much heavier than the wages well I know	F
But the life's not full of trouble and the fellow is a fool	U
Who cannot find some pleasure down below	F

Edward Dyson

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