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QUITE a proud and happy man is Finn the Packer	A
Since he built his crazy mill upon the rise	B
And he stands there in the gully chewing backer	A
With a sleepy sort of comfort in his eyes	B
Gazin up to where the antiquated jigger	A
Is a wheezing and a hopping on the hill	C
For up here my lord the Gov nor isn t bigger	A
Than the owner of the Federation Mill	C
	-
She goes biff puff bang bump cutter clatter smash	D
And she rattles on for half a shift and lets up with a crash	D
And then silence reigns a little while and all the land is still	C
While they re tinkering awkward patches on the tin pot mill	C
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It s a five head plant and mostly built of lumber	A
Twas erected by a man that didn t know	E
And we ve never had a decent spell of slumber	A
Since that battery of Finn s was got to go	E
For she raises just the most infernal clatter	A
And we guessed the Day of Judgment had come down	F
When the tin pot mill began to bang and batter	A
Like an earthquake in a boiler metal town	F
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All the heads are different sizes and the horses	G
Are so crazy that the whole caboodle rocks	H
And each time a stamper thunders down it forces	I
Little spirtings through the crannies in the box	H
Then the feed pipe s mostly plugged and aggravating	J
And the pump it suffers badly from a cough	K
Every hour or so they burst a blooming grating	J
And the shoes are nearly always coming off	L
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Mickey drives her with a portable a ruin	M
That they used for donkeying cargo in the Ark	N
When she s got a little way on and is doing	J
You should hear that spavined coffee grinder bark	N
She is loose in all her joints and through corrosion	M
Half her plates are not a sixteenth in the thick	O
We re expecting a sensational explosion	M
And a subsequent excursion after Mick	O
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From the feed which chokes to quite the smallest ripple	P
From the bed logs to the guides she s mighty queer	A
And she joggles like an agitated cripple	P
With St Vitus dance intensified by beer	A
She stops short and starts with most unearthly rumbles	Q
And distracted by the silence and the din	R
Through the sleepless night the weary miner grumbles	Q
And heaps curses on the family of Finn	R
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But the owner s much too cute a man to wrangle	P
He is crushing for the public understand	S
And each ton of stuff that s hammered through the mangle	P
Adds its tribute to the value of his land	S
For she leaks the raw amalgam and he s able	P
To see daylight twixt the ripples an the plates	T
And below the box and neath the shaking table	P
There are nest eggs cumulating while he waits	T
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She goes biff puff bang bump clitter clatter smash	D
And she rattles on for half a shift and lets with a crash	D
Then silence reigns a little while and the land is still	C
While they re tinkering awkward patches on the tin pot mill	C

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