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Macleay Street looks to Mosman	A
Across the other side	B
With brave asphalted pavements	C
And roadway clean and wide	B
Macleay Street hath its mansions	D
Its grounds and greenery	E
Macleay Street hath its terraces	F
As terraces should be	E
	-
Red Rock Lane looks to nowhere	G
With pockets into hell	H
Red Rock Lane is a horror	I
Of heat and dirt and smell	H
Red Rock Lane hath its brothels	J
Of houses one in three	E
Red Rock Lane hath its corner pubs	K
As fourth rate pubs should be	E
	-
Macleay Street cool and quiet	L
Is marked off from the town	M
And standing in the centre	I
The tall arc lamps look down	M
The jealous closed cabs vanish	N
That stole from out the row	O
Fair women stroll bareheaded	L
And theatre parties go	O
	-
Red Rock Lane hot with riot	L
Hides things that none should know	O
The furtive couples vanish	N
Through doorways dark and low	O
Lust thievery drink and madness	P
In one infernal stew	L
And Mrs Johnson raving	Q
Walks out bareheaded too	L
	-
Macleay Street hath its swindles	J
But on a public scale	R
Macleay Street hath its razzles	J
Until the night grows pale	R
Macleay Street hath its scandals	J
But only this is plain	S
That nothing is a scandal	T
Down there in Red Rock Lane	S
	-
Macleay Street looks to Mosman	A
In morning s rosy glow	O
And freshly to the city	L
The summer suited go	O
While wild eyed foul and shaking	Q
Red Rock Lane wakes again	U
This morning at the Central	T
They re fining Red Rock Lane	S
	-
The Central says the risin	V
Seven days or what you will	W
Macleay Street says Drive slowly	L
When any one is ill	W
The law sends Black Maria	X
When Red Rock Lane is dead	L
But doctors come in motor cars	J
When Macleay Street s got a head	L
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The grey faced weedy parents	J
Sunk in Red Rock Lane holes	J
They worry pinch and perish	N
To save their children s souls	J
The fairy of Macleay Street	L
Shall never soil her hands	J
Her Pa is independent	L
Or high up in the Lands	J
	-
And well there seems no moral	T
And nothing more to tell	H
But because of that fierce sympathy	L
Of souls to souls in hell	H
And because of that wild kindness	J
To souls in sordid pain	S
My soul I d rather venture	I
With some in Red Rock Lane	S

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