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It is stuffy in the steerage where the second classers sleep	A
For there's near a hundred for'ard and they're stowed away like sheep	A
They are trav'lers for the most part in a straight 'n' honest path	B
But their linen's rather scanty an' there isn't any bath	B
Stowed away like ewes and wethers that is shore 'n' marked 'n' draft	C
But the shearers of the shearers always seem to travel aft	C
In the cushioned cabins aft	C
With saloons 'n' smoke rooms aft	C
There is sheets 'n' best of tucker for the first salooners aft	C
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Our beef is just like scrapin's from the inside of a hide	D
And the spuds were pulled too early for they're mostly green inside	D
But from somewhere back amidships there's a smell o' cookin' waft	E
An' I'd give my earthly prospects for a real good tuck out aft	C
Ham an' eggs 'n' coffee aft	C
Say cold fowl for luncheon aft	C
Juicy grills an' toast 'n' cutlets tucker a lor frongsy aft	C
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They feed our women sep'rate an' they make a blessed fuss	F
Just as if they couldn't trust 'em for to eat along with us	F
Just because our hands are horny an' our hearts are rough with graft	C
But the gentlemen and ladies always DINE together aft	C
With their ferns an' mirrors aft	C
With their flow'rs an' napkins aft	C
I'll assist you to an orange' Kindly pass the sugar' aft	C
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We are shabby rough 'n' dirty an' our feelin's out of tune	G
An' it's hard on fellers for'ard that was used to go saloon	G
There's a broken swell among us he is barracked he is chaffed	C
An' I wish at times poor devil for his own sake he was aft	C
For they'd understand him aft	C
He will miss the bath rooms aft	C
Spite of all there's no denyin' that there's finer feelin's aft	C
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Last night we watched the moonlight as it spread across the sea	H
It is hard to make a livin' ' said the broken swell to me	H
There is ups an' downs ' I answered an' a bitter laugh he laughed	C
There were brighter days an' better when he always travelled aft	C
With his rug an' gladstone aft	C
With his cap an' spyglass aft	C
A careless rovin' gay young spark as always travelled aft	C
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There's a notice by the gangway an' it seems to come amiss	I
For it says that second classers ain't allowed abaft o' this'	I
An' there ought to be a notice for the fellows from abaft	C
But the smell an' dirt's a warnin' to the first salooners aft	C
With their tooth and nail brush aft	C
With their cuffs 'n' collars aft	C
Their cigars an' books an' papers an' their cap peaks fore 'n' aft	C
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I want to breathe the mornin' breeze that blows against the boat	C
For there's a swellin' in my heart a tightness in my throat	C
We are for'ard when there's trouble We are for'ard when there's graft	C
But the men who never battle always seem to travel aft	C
With their dressin' cases aft	C
With their swell pyjamas aft	C
Yes the idle and the careless they have ease an' comfort aft	C
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I feel so low an' wretched as I mooch about the deck	J
That I'm ripe for jumpin' over an' I wish there was a wreck	J
We are driven to New Zealand to be shot out over there	K
Scarce a shillin' in our pockets nor a decent rag to wear	K
With the everlastin' worry lest we don't get into graft	C
There is little left to land for if you cannot travel aft	C
No anxiety abaft	C
They have stuff to land with aft	C
Oh there's little left to land for if you cannot travel aft	C
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But it's grand at sea this mornin' an' Creation almost speaks	I
Sailin' past the Bay of Islands with its pinnacles an' peaks	I
With the sunny haze all round us an' the white caps on the blue	L
An' the orphan rocks an' breakers Oh it's glorious sailin' through	L
To the south a distant steamer to the west a coastin' craft	C
An' we see the beauty for'ard better than if we were aft	C
Spite of op'ra glasses aft	C
But ah well they're brothers aft	C
Nature seems to draw us closer bring us nearer fore 'n' aft	C
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What's the use of bein' bitter What's the use of gettin' mad	C
What's the use of bein' narrer just because yer luck is bad	C
What's the blessed use of frettin' like a child that wants the moon	G
There is broken hearts an' trouble in the gilded first saloon	G
We are used to bein' shabby we have got no overdraft	C
We can laugh at troubles for'ard that they couldn't laugh at aft	C
Spite o' pride an' tone abaft	C
Keepin' up appearance aft	C
There's anxiety an' worry in the breezy cabins aft	C
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But the curse o' class distinctions from our shoulders shall be hurled	C
An' the influence of woman revolutionize the world	C
There'll be higher education for the toilin' starvin' clown	M
An' the rich an' educated shall be educated down	M
An' we all will meet amidships on this stout old earthly craft	C
An' there won't be any friction 'twixt the classes fore 'n' aft	C
We'll be brothers fore 'n' aft	C
Yes an' sisters fore 'n' aft	C
When the people work together and there ain't no fore 'n' aft	C

Henry Lawson

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