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The camp of high class spielers	A
Who sneered in summer dress	A
And doo dah dilettante	B
And scornful venuses	A
House agents and storekeepers	A
All eager they to bleed	B
The bards who tackled Manly	C
Were plucky bards indeed	B
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With shops that feared to trust them	D
And pubs that looked askance	A
And prigs who read their verses	A
But gave them not a glance	A
When all were vain and selfish	E
And editors were hard	B
The bard that stuck to Manly	C
Was sure a mighty bard	B
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What mattered floors were barren	F
And windows curtainless	A
And our life seemed to others	A
But blackguard recklessness	A
We wore our clothes for comfort	B
We earned our bread alway	G
And beer and good tobacco	H
Came somehow every day	B
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Came kindred souls to Manly	C
Outsiders that we knew	I
And with them scribes and artists	A
And low comedians too	I
And sometimes bright girl writers	A
Called Tommy Jack or Pat	B
Though each one had a sweetheart	B
The rest knew nought of that	B
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Twas not the paltry village	J
We honoured unaware	K
Or welcome warm or friendship	L
Or tone that took us there	K
We longed to sing for mankind	B
Where heaven s breath was free	C
We only sought the grandeur	M
Of sea cliff sands and sea	C
	-
And we were glad at Manly	C
All unaware of swells	A
Of doctors and of nurses	A
And private hospitals	A
With little fear of bailiffs	A
And great contempt for greed	B
The bards who lived at Manly	C
They were a healthy breed	B
	-
Oh moonlit nights at Manly	C
When all the world was fair	K
In shirts and turned up trousers	A
We larked like big boys there	K
Oh glorious autumn mornings	A
The gold and green and blue	I
We stripped as well as any	C
And swam as strongly too	I
	-
The artist had a missus	A
Who rather loved the wretch	E
And so for days together	N
He d stay at home and sketch	E
And then I fear twas only	C
When things were getting tight	B
The bards would shun each other	N
And hump themselves and write	B
	-
When bailiffs came to Manly	C
They d find no sticks to take	O
We d welcome them as brothers	A
Their grimy hands we d shake	O
We d send for beer in billies	A
And straightway send for more	P
And bailiff nights in Manly	C
Were merry nights of yore	P
	-
There are some things that landlords	A
And law can t do at all	Q
They could not take the pictures	A
We painted on the wall	Q
They could not take the table	R
The table was a door	P
They could not take the bedsteads	A
The beds were on the floor	P
	-
The door of some old stable	R
We d borrowed for a drink	S
A page of rhymes and sketches	A
And stained with beer and ink	S
A dead hand drew the portraits	A
And say should I be shamed	B
To seek it out in Manly	C
And get the old door framed	B
	-
They left the masterpieces	A
The artist dreamed of long	T
They could not take the gardens	A
From Victor Daley s song	T
They left his summer islands	A
And fairy ships at sea	C
They could not take my mountains	A
And western plains from me	C
	-
One bailiff was our brother	N
No better and no worse	A
And oh the yarns he told us	A
To put in prose and verse	A
And sorry we to lose him	U
And sorry he to go	H
Oh skeletons of Pott s Point	B
How many things we know	H
	-
The very prince of laughter	N
With brains and sympathy	C
And with us on the last night	B
He spent his bailiff s fee	C
He banished Durkin s gruffness	A
He set my soul afloat	B
And drew till day on Daley s	A
Bright store of anecdote	B
	-
He said he d stick to business	A
Though he could well be free	C
If but to save poor devils	A
From harder bums than he	C
Now artist bard and bailiff	V
Have left this vale of sin	W
I trust if they reach Heaven	F
They ll take that bailiff in	W
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The bards that lived in Manly	C
Have vanished one and one	F
But do not think in Manly	C
Bohemian days are done	F
They bled me white in Manly	C
When rich and tempest tossed	B
I ll leave some bills in Manly	C
To pay for what I lost	B
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They d grab and grind in Manly	C
Then slander sneer and flout	B
The shocked of moral Manly	C
They starved my brothers out	B
The miserable village	J
Set in a scene so fair	K
Were honester and cleaner	N
If some of us were there	K
	-
But one went with December	N
These last lines seem to night	B
Like some song I remember	N
And not a song I write	B
With vision strangely clearer	N
My old chums seem to be	C
In death and absence nearer	N
Than e er they were to me	C
	-
Alone and still not lonely	C
When tears will not be shed	B
I wish that I could only	C
Believe that they were dead	B
With hardly curbed emotion	F
I can t but think somehow	X
In Manly by the ocean	F
They re waiting for me now	X

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