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The Shearers squint along the pens they squint along the shoots	A
The shearers squint along the board to catch the Boss s boots	A
They have no time to straighten up they have no time to stare	B
But when the Boss is looking on they like to be aware	B
The rouser has no soul to save Condemn the rouseabout	C
And sling em in and rip em through and get the bell sheep out	C
And skim it by the tips at times or take it with the roots	A
But pink em nice and pretty when you see the Boss s boots	A
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The shearing super sprained his foot as bosses sometimes do	C
And wore until the shed cut out one side spring and one shoe	C
And though he changed his pants at times some worn out and some neat	C
No tiger there could possibly mistake the Boss s feet	C
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The Boss affected larger boots than many Western men	D
And Jim the Ringer swore the shoe was half as big again	D
And tigers might have heard the boss ere any harm was done	E
For when he passed it was a sort of dot and carry one	E
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But now there comes a picker up who sprained his ankle too	C
And limping round the shed he found the Boss s cast off shoe	C
He went to work all legs and arms as green hand rousers will	F
And never dreamed of Boss s boots much less of Bogan Bill	F
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Ye sons of sin that tramp and shear in hot and dusty scrubs	A
Just keep away from headin em and keep away from pubs	A
And keep away from handicaps for so your sugar scoots	A
And you may own a station yet and wear the Boss s boots	A
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And Bogan by his mate was heard to mutter through his hair	B
The Boss has got a rat to day he s buckin everywhere	B
He s trainin for a bike I think the way he comes an scoots	A
He s like a bloomin cat on mud the way he shifts his boots	A
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Now Bogan Bill was shearing rough and chanced to cut a teat	C
He stuck his leg in front at once and slewed the ewe a bit	C
He hurried up to get her through when close beside his shoot	C
He saw a large and ancient shoe in mateship with a boot	C
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He thought that he d be fined all right he couldn t turn the yoe	G
The more he wished the boss away the more he wouldn t go	G
And Bogan swore amenfully beneath his breath he swore	H
And he was never known to pink so prettily before	H
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And Bogan through his bristling scalp in his mind s eye could trace	A
The cold sarcastic smile that lurked about the Boss s face	A
He cursed him with a silent curse in language known to few	C
He cursed him from his boot right up and then down to his shoe	C
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But while he shore so mighty clean and while he screened the teat	C
He fancied there was something wrong about the Boss s feet	C
The boot grew unfamiliar and the odd shoe seemed awry	I
And slowly up the trouser went the tail of Bogan s eye	I
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Then swiftly to the features from a plaited green hide belt	C
You d have to ring a shed or two to feel as Bogan felt	C
For twas his green hand picker up who wore a vacant look	J
And Bogan saw the Boss outside consulting with his cook	J
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And Bogan Bill was hurt and mad to see that rouseabout	C
And Bogan laid his Wolseley down and knocked that rouser out	C
He knocked him right across the board he tumbled through the shoot	C
I ll learn the fool said Bogan Bill to flash the Boss s boot	C
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The rouser squints along the pens he squints along the shoots	A
And gives his men the office when they miss the Boss s boots	A
They have no time to straighten up they re too well bred to stare	B
But when the Boss is looking on they like to be aware	B
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The rouser has no soul to lose it s blarst the rouseabout	C
And rip em through and yell for tar and get the bell sheep out	C
And take it with the scum at times or take it with the roots	A
But pink em nice and pretty when you see the Boss s boots	A

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