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I got so down to it last night	A
With longin' for what could not be	B
That nothin' in the world seemed right	A
Or everything was wrong with me	B
My house was just a lonely hole	C
An' I had blisters on my soul	C
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Top of my other worries now	D
The boys are talkin' strike an' say	E
If we put up a sudden row	F
We're sure of forcin' up our pay	E
I'm right enough with what I get	G
But some wants more an' then more yet	G
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Ben Murray's put it up to me	B
He says I got some influence	H
Amongst them if I agree	B
'Which I will do if I have sense'	H
We'll make the boss cough up a bit	I
That's how Ben Murray looks at it	I
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I don't know that the old boss can	J
I've heard he's pushed to make ends meet	K
To me he's been a fair straight man	J
That pays up well an' works a treat	K
But if I don't get in this game	L
Well 'blackleg' ain't a pretty name	L
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This thing has got me thinkin' hard	M
But there is worse upon my mind	N
What sort of luck has broke my guard	M
That I should be the man to find	N
A girl like that The whole world's wrong	O
Why was I born to live and long	O
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I get so down to it last night	A
With broodin' over things like this	H
I said 'There's not a thing in sight	A
Worth havin' but I seem to miss '	-
So I go out and get some air	P
An' have a word with old Bob Blair	P
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Bob's livin' lonely same as me	B
But he don't take to frettin' so	H
An' gettin' megrims after tea	B
He reads a lot at night I know	H
His hut has books half up the wall	Q
That I don't tumble to at all	Q
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Books all about them ancient blokes	H
That lived a thousand years ago	H
Philosophers an' funny folk	R
What he sees in them I don't know	H
There ain't much fun when all is said	S
In chap that is so awful dead	S
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He put his book down when I came	L
He took his specs off patient like	T
He's been in Rome an' who can blame	L
The old man if he gets the spike	T
To be jerked back so suddenly	B
By some glum lookin' coot like me	B
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At first he looks at me quite dazed	U
As tho' 'twas hard to recognize	H
The silly fool at which he gazed	U
An' then a smile come in his eyes	H
'Why Jim ' he says 'Still feelin' blue	V
Kiss her an' laugh ' But I says 'Who '	-
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'Why who if not the widow lad '	-
But I says 'Widows ain't no go '	-
'What woman then makes you so sad '	-
I coughs a bit an' says 'Dunno '	-
He looked at me then old Bob Blair	P
He ran his fingers through his hair	P
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'God help us but the case is bad	W
An' men below an saints above	X
Look with mixed feelin's sour an' sad	W
Upon a fool in love with love	X
Go find her lad an' be again	Y
Fit to associate with men	Y
	-
'Don't leave yourself upon the shelf	Z
It's bad for man to live alone '	-
'Hold on ' says I 'What ails yourself	Z
What are you doin' on your own '	-
Quickly he turned away his head	S
'That's neither here nor there ' he said	S
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I saw I'd made a clumsy break	A2
An' tied to cover it with talk	B2
Of anything for old Blair's sake	A2
He don't reply but when I'd walk	B2
Outside he says 'What's this I hear	C2
About the mill boys actin' queer '	-
	-
So then we yarns about the strike	T
An' old Bob Brown frowns an' shakes his head	S
'There's something there I hardly like	T
The boss has acted fair ' he said	S
'Eight years I've toiled here constantly	B
An' boss an' friend he's been to me	B
	-
'I know he's up against it bad	W
Stintin' himself to pay the men	Y
Don't listen to this tattle lad	W
An' leave that dirty work to Ben	Y
He tries to play on others need	D2
It's partly devil partly greed	D2
	-
'Ben's not a reel bad lot at heart	E2
But ignorant an' dull of sight	A
An' crazed by these new creeds that start	E2
An' grow like mushrooms overnight	A
An' this strange greed that's spread the more	F2
Since the great sacrifice of war	F2
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'Greed everywhere ' sighed old man Blair	P
'Master an' man have caught the craze	H
An' those who yesterday would share	P
Like brothers now spend all their days	H
Snatchin' for gain the great the small	Q
And of folly of it all '	-
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He tapped the small book by his hand	G2
'Two thousand years ago they knew	V
That those who think an' understand	G2
Can make their wants but very few	V
Two thousand years they taught	H2
That happiness can not be bought '	-
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'Progress ' he shouted 'Bah A Fig	I2
Where are the things that count or last	J2
In buildin' something very big	I2
Or goin' somewhere very fast	J2
We put the horse behind the cart	E2
For where's your progress of the heart	E2
	-
'Great wisdom lived long years ago	H
An' yet we say that we progress	H
The paint an' tinsel of our show	H
Are men more generous or kind	N
Then where's your progress of the mind '	-
	-
I think Bob Blair's a trifle mad	W
They say so too around these parts	H
An' he can be when he's reel bad	W
A holy terror once he starts	H
dare say it's readin' books an' such	K2
Thank God I never read too much	K2
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I says I'm sure I don't know	H
Where all this progress gets to now	D
He smiles a bit an' answers low	H
'Maybe you'll find out lad somehow	D
But talkin' makes my old head whirl	L2
So you be off an' find that girl '	-
	-
I says Good night an' out I goes	H
But I was hardly at the door	F2
When his old specs is on his nose	H
An' his book in his hand once more	F2
An' as I take the track for home	M2
Bob Blair goes back to Ancient Rome	M2

Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

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