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the gang poem At half-past eight o'clock that night, the boss said, "Pull the cord!"
Said, "Call 'em off! Christ, four miles and a half! There's a record, by the Lord!
Call in the men and let's go in-they've earned a feed tonight.
You can boost for your goddam greasers, but I'll string with a gang that's white!"
The snipes let go their tools in the dirt, the hogs climbed down from the tram,
And they flopped in a heap in the outfit-train, too tired to give a damn.
Too tired to talk, too tired to wash, too tired to even eat.
The cooks had a feed shook up, supposed to be a special treat;
But victuals didn't have any taste. The men dragged off to bed.
Some had too much of an edge to sleep, and lay and gaped instead,
Their eyes half-shut and their mouths ajar, too dead to fight the flies
That stuck and bored in the sweaty places, and crawled around their eyes.
For that day's work they paid three days; and then, they paid full pay
For the following day, when none of the men would budge out of the hay.

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You can feel the exhaustion too tired to eat, talk, or sleep. This captures the raw toll of backbreaking work.

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