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Now Mr Jeremiah Bane	A
He owned a warehouse in The Lane	A
An edifice of goodly size	B
Where with keen private enterprise	B
He sold imported napery	C
And drapery and drapery	C
His singlets and his socks were sent	D
Out over half the continent	E
In clothing for the nursery	C
And mercery and mercery	C
He plied a most extensive trade	F
And quite enormous prodfits made	F
And barracked with much fervency	B
For foreign trade described as 'Free '	G
He said	H
Indeed	I
It was	B
His creed	I
The trade described as Free	C
	-
And this good man was known to fame	J
For charity indeed his name	J
Shone often in the daily press	B
When needy folk were in distress	B
He aided with publicity	C
Mendicity mendicity	C
And though much cash he thuswise spared	C
There still were people who declared	C
His act of private charity	C
A rarity a rarity	C
Donations duly advertised	C
From business point of view he prized	C
But 'good by stealth' he ne'er could see	C
Was any use to such as he	C
But still	K
The press	B
With much	L
Success	B
Declared his hand was free	C
	-
Now Mr Bane's employees were	C
Wont to address the boss as 'Sir '	-
To show him most intense respect	C
And there were few who would neglect	C
To couple with civility	C
Humility humility	C
They dressed in cheap but pretty clothes	B
And ev'ry man turned up his nose	B
And scorned familiarity	C
Or parity or parity	C
With ill dressed toilers who 'combined '	-
They thought proceedings of that kind	C
Were of a very 'low' degree	C
For they were 'cultured ' don't you see	C
'Tis true	C
Their pay	M
Was mean	N
But they	M
Felt proud to be so free	C
	-
Though they were vilely underpaid	C
They were too proud or else afraid	C
To advertise the fact abroad	C
Or see to get a Wages Board	C
Besides their meek servility	C
Gentility gentility	C
Forbade so rash an act but still	K
One man there was his name was Bill	K
Who vowed their fool propensity	C
Was density was density	C
An unenlightened state of mind	C
A lack of wit that made them blind	C
'You're but a lot of worms ' said he	C
'If you were men you'd clearly see	C
Until	K
You band	C
And make	O
A stand	C
You never can be free '	-
	-
And ev'ry day this person Bill	K
Conversed with them of unions till	K
They owned his arguments were true	C
And one by one waxed eager to	C
Embrace an opportunity	C
For unity for unity	C
They talked about a Wages Board	C
Which formerly they had abhorred	C
And girded at their slavery	C
With bravery with bravery	C
Each man began to feel 'The Firm'	J
No longer owned it for its worm	J
Their independence they could see	C
Achieved by simple unity	C
Forgot	C
Their clothes	B
And mixed	C
With those	B
Who battle to be free	C
	-
When Mr Bane one morning heard	C
About his thing he cried 'Absurd	C
They'll never get my clerks to horde	C
With those who seek the Wages Board	C
And lose respectability	C
Futility Futility	C
My clerks are gentlemen who'd scorn	P
To mingle with the lowly born	P
Such bosh I've never heard ' said he	C
'Absurd ' said he 'Absurd ' said he	C
'As for their pay they're quite content	C
They've never asked an extra cent	C
And in	Q
The morn	P
They'll mark	R
Their scorn	P
And show you they are free '	-
	-
And on the morrow Mr Bane	A
Called them together to 'explain'	A
'I have a small petition here	C
But first I wish to make it clear '	-
Said he with simple gravity	C
And suavity and suavity	C
'That no man here is asked to sign '	-
His voice was gentle and benign	A
'I trust to your humanity	C
And sanity and sanity	C
To guide you but I feel quite sure	C
That Wages Boards you can't endure	C
I leave it all to you ' said he	C
'It makes no difference to me	C
My views	B
Are known	A
But still	K
I've shown	A
Your choice in this is free '	-
	-
	-
The staff it looked at Mr Bane	A
And in his eye it read quite plain	A
'Neath that expression so benign	A
The fate of him who did not sign	A
A vision of futurity	C
Obscurity obscurity	C
A dearth of work in short the sack	S
They knew that he who answered back	S
Would earn by his temerity	C
Severity severity	C
So one and all with shaky pen	A
Signed this refusal to be men	A
But surely as you must agree	C
Their choice was free as it could be	C
They said	C
The Board	C
They all	T
Abhorred	C
Preferring to be free	C
	-
Still Mr Bane grows fat and sleek	U
And still at thirty bob a week	U
His clerks slave on from morn till night	C
No hope of better things in sight	C
But Bane with much benignity	C
And dignity and dignity	C
When talk of Wages Board is heard	C
Declares the notion is absurd	C
'My clerks with prompt celerity	C
And verity and verity	C
Refused the thing with one accord	C
The clerks themselves don't want the Board	C
It is preposterous ' says he	C
'To force it on who don't agree	C
And still	K
His men	A
With brain	A
And pen	A
To fatten him are free	C

Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

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