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You wonder why so many would be buried in the sea	A
In this world of froth and bubble	B
But I don t wonder for it seems to me	A
That it saves such a lot of trouble	B
And there ain t no undertaker	C
Oh there ain t no order that your friends can give	D
On the quiet to the coffin maker	C
To a gimcrack coffin maker	C
They make no differ twixt the absentee swell	E
And the clerk that cut from a shortage	F
Oh there ain t no pauper funer el	E
And there ain t no impressive cortege	G
It may be a chap from the for ard crowd	H
Or a member of the British Peerage	F
But they sew his nibs in a canvas shroud	H
Just the same as the bloke from the steerage	F
As that poor bloke from the steerage	F
There ain t no need for a gravedigger there	I
For you dig your own grave Lord love yer	C
And there ain t no use for a headstone fair	I
When the waters close above yer	C
The little headstone where they come to weep	J
May be right for the land s dry rotters	A
But you rest just as sound when you re anchored deep	J
With the pigiron at your trotters	A
Our fathers had iron at their trotters	A
The sea is democratic the wide world round	K
And it don t give a hang for no man	L
There ain t no Church of England burial ground	K
Nor yet there ain t no Roman	M
Orthodox and het rodox by wreck strewn cliffs	A
At peace in the stormiest weather	C
Might bob up and down like two brother stiffs	A
And rest in one shark together	C
And mix up their bones together	C
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The bare headed skipper is as good any day	N
As an authorised shifter of sin is	A
And the tear of shipmate is better anyway	N
Than the tear of the next of kin is	A
It saves your friends and it fills your needs	A
It is best when all is reckoned	O
And she can t come there in her widder weeds	A
With her eyes on a likely second	O
And a spot for the likely second	O

Henry Lawson

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