Last night, after I'd put out the lights and curled up, my brain volunteered that the shearers version of "I've been to Harlem" actually went "I've been to Portsmouth, I've been to Dover," which is a bit more limited but more sensible for a land-based occupation. Since the Sussex sheep area ran from the west end of the South Downs to the Romney Marshes, Dover was the more exotic end of the range. But at least it gives a variation on that one darned verse.