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As the night was falling slowly down on city town and bush	A
From a slum in Jones's Alley sloped the Captain of the Push	A
And he scowled towards the North and he scowled towards the South	B
As he hooked his little finger in the corners of his mouth	B
Then his whistle loud and shrill woke the echoes of the Rocks'	C
And a dozen ghouls came sloping round the corners of the blocks	C
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There was nought to rouse their anger yet the oath that each one swore	D
Seemed less fit for publication than the one that went before	D
For they spoke the gutter language with the easy flow that comes	C
Only to the men whose childhood knew the brothels and the slums	C
Then they spat in turns and halted and the one that came behind	E
Spitting fiercely on the pavement called on Heaven to strike him blind	E
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Let us first describe the captain bottle shouldered pale and thin	F
For he was the beau ideal of a Sydney larrikin	F
E'en his hat was most suggestive of the city where we live	G
With a gallows tilt that no one save a larrikin can give	H
And the coat a little shorter than the writer would desire	I
Showed a more or less uncertain portion of his strange attire	I
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That which tailors know as trousers' known by him as bloomin' bags'	C
Hanging loosely from his person swept with tattered ends the flags	C
And he had a pointed sternpost to the boots that peeped below	J
Which he laced up from the centre of the nail of his great toe	J
And he wore his shirt uncollar'd and the tie correctly wrong	K
But I think his vest was shorter than should be in one so long	K
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And the captain crooked his finger at a stranger on the kerb	L
Whom he qualified politely with an adjective and verb	L
And he begged the Gory Bleeders that they wouldn't interrupt	M
Till he gave an introduction it was painfully abrupt	M
Here's the bleedin' push me covey here's a something from the bush	A
Strike me dead he wants to join us ' said the captain of the push	A
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Said the stranger I am nothing but a bushy and a dunce	C
But I read about the Bleeders in the WEEKLY GASBAG once	C
Sitting lonely in the humpy when the wind began to whoosh	N
How I longed to share the dangers and the pleasures of the push	A
Gosh I hate the swells and good 'uns I could burn 'em in their beds	C
I am with you if you'll have me and I'll break their blazing heads '	-
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Now look here ' exclaimed the captain to the stranger from the bush	A
Now look here suppose a feller was to split upon the push	A
Would you lay for him and fetch him even if the traps were round	O
Would you lay him out and kick him to a jelly on the ground	O
Would you jump upon the nameless kill or cripple him or both	P
Speak or else I'll SPEAK ' The stranger answered My kerlonial oath '	-
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Now look here ' exclaimed the captain to the stranger from the bush	A
Now look here suppose the Bleeders let you come and join the push	A
Would you smash a bleedin' bobby if you got the blank alone	F
Would you break a swell or Chinkie split his garret with a stone	F
Would you have a moll to keep yer like to swear off work for good '	-
Yes my oath ' replied the stranger My kerlonial oath I would '	-
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Now look here ' exclaimed the captain to the stranger from the bush	A
Now look here before the Bleeders let yer come and join the push	A
You must prove that you're a blazer you must prove that you have grit	Q
Worthy of a Gory Bleeder you must show your form a bit	Q
Take a rock and smash that winder ' and the stranger nothing loth	R
Took the rock and smash They only muttered My kerlonial oath '	-
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So they swore him in and found him sure of aim and light of heel	S
And his only fault if any lay in his excessive zeal	S
He was good at throwing metal but we chronicle with pain	F
That he jumped upon a victim damaging the watch and chain	F
Ere the Bleeders had secured them yet the captain of the push	A
Swore a dozen oaths in favour of the stranger from the bush	A
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Late next morn the captain rising hoarse and thirsty from his lair	T
Called the newly feather'd Bleeder but the stranger wasn't there	T
Quickly going through the pockets of his bloomin' bags ' he learned	U
That the stranger had been through him for the stuff his moll' had earned	U
And the language that he muttered I should scarcely like to tell	V
Stars and notes of exclamation blank and dash will do as well	V
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In the night the captain's signal woke the echoes of the Rocks '	-
Brought the Gory Bleeders sloping thro' the shadows of the blocks	C
And they swore the stranger's action was a blood escaping shame	W
While they waited for the nameless but the nameless never came	W
And the Bleeders soon forgot him but the captain of the push	A
Still is laying' round in ballast for the nameless from the bush '	-

Henry Lawson

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