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Enter Dungarees Hallet.

Trick us out in dungarees
And we are better than
Bleated Bankers with degrees
Socially the man.
Let us [unclear: pause a omant] [unclear: give hearty] cheer
We are nature's [unclear: Gentleman] brought up on Moses' beer

We are the sons of the soil
We are the men of the people
Proudly we slave and we toil
On scaffolds, on Bridges on steeple,
And when our days work is finished
No Caviar? No we'll take Spinach
For we are the sons of the soil
The dinkum the regular people!

About ten men will come on stage to dance the Dungarees ballet. They will, unlike all the other characters in the [unclear: play], be dressed in modern clothes. They will wear, if possible, top-hats, and tails and will carry silver-topped canes. The top half will be immaculate. The lower half of their dress will consist of dirty dungarees and hig hob nail boots. The Ballet will end with them [unclear: prostrating] themselves before Bob. They will also strike matches on the seat of their pants.

Voice - "Time Marches on"

Curtain.

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