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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408782" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Boss Over the Board</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When he’s over a rough and unpopular shed,<br>With the sins of the bank and the men on his head;<br>When he musn’t look black or indulge in a grin,<br>And thirty or forty men hate him like Sin—<br>I am moved to admit—when the total is scored—<br>That it’s just a bit off for the Boss-of -the-board.<br>I have battled a lot,<br>But my dream’s never soared<br>To the lonely position of Boss-of-the-board. <br>’Twas a black-listed shed down the Darling: the Boss<br>Was a small man to see—though a big man to cross—<br>We had nought to complain of—except what we thought,<br>And the Boss didn’t boss any more than he ought;<br>But the Union was booming, and Brotherhood soared,<br>So we hated like poison the Boss-of-the-board.<br>We could tolerate ‘hands’—<br>We respected the cook;<br>But the name of a Boss was a blot in our book. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He’d a row with Big Duggan—a rough sort of Jim—<br>Or, rather, Jim Duggan was ‘laying for’ him!<br>His hate of Injustice and Greed was so deep<br>That his shearing grew rough—and he ill-used the sheep.<br>And I fancied that Duggan his manliness lower’d<br>When he took off his shirt to the Boss-of-the-board,<br>For the Boss was ten stone,<br>And the shearer full-grown,<br>And he might have, they said, let the crawler alone. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though some of us there wished the fight to the strong,<br>Yet we knew in our hearts that the shearer was wrong.<br>And the crawler was plucky, it can’t be denied,<br>For he had to fight Freedom and Justice beside,<br>But he came up so gamely, as often as floored,<br>That a blackleg stood up for the Boss-of-the-board!<br>And the fight was a sight,<br>And we pondered that night—<br>‘It’s surprising how some of those blacklegs can fight!’ </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Next day at the office, when sadly the wreck<br>Of Jim Duggan came up like a lamb for his cheque,<br>Said the Boss, ‘Don’t be childish! It’s all past and gone;<br>‘I am short of good shearers. You’d better stay on.’<br>And we fancied Jim Duggan our dignity lower’d<br>When he stopped to oblige a damned Boss-of-the-board.<br>We said nothing to Jim,<br>For a joke might be grim,<br>And the subject, we saw, was distasteful to him. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Boss just went on as he’d done from the first,<br>And he favoured Big Duggan no more than the worst;<br>And when we’d cut out and the steamer came down—<br>With the hawkers and spielers—to take us to town,<br>And we’d all got aboard, ’twas Jim Duggan, good Lord!<br>Who yelled for three cheers for the Boss-of-the-board.<br>’Twas a bit off, no doubt—<br>And with Freedom about—<br>But a lot is forgot when a shed is cut out. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">With Freedom of Contract maintained in his shed,<br>And the curse of the Children of Light on his head,<br>He’s apt to long sadly for sweetheart or wife,<br>And his views be inclined to the dark side of life.<br>The Truth must be spread and the Cause must be shored—<br>But it’s just a bit rough on the Boss-of-the-board.<br>I am all for the Right,<br>But perhaps (out of sight)<br>As a son or a husband or father he’s white.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Lawson">Henry Lawson</a><div class=q>
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When he musn’t look black or indulge in a grin,
And thirty or forty men hate him like Sin—
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