What do Ann and Handy do after a long, exhausting shift?
Clean the spades and clear away the dirt?
No, of course not! Usually they lie down in the mud,
close together, just to save on heat.

(simultaneously)
Work is split up, but it gets harder every day, it's never done.
Call it peaceful. Call it grinding the time away.
Say that ditches aren't homely.
Call it boredom. Either way, Ann decides to potter off.
How's that for brains?