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A public parlour in the slums	A
The haunt of vice and villainy	B
Where things are said unfit to hear	C
And things are done unfit to see	D
Mid ribald jest and reckless song	E
That mock at all that s pure and right	F
The drunkard drinks the whole day long	E
And raves through half the dreadful night	F
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And in the morning now he sits	G
With staring eyes and trembling limb	H
The harbour in the sunlight laughs	I
But morning is as night to him	H
And staring blankly at the wall	J
He sees the tragedy complete	K
He sees the man he used to be	D
Go striding proudly up the street	K
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He turns the corner with a swing	L
And at the vine framed cottage gate	M
The father sees with laughing eyes	N
His little son and daughter wait	M
They race to meet him as he comes	A
And Oh this memory is worst	O
Her dimpled arms go round his neck	P
She pants I dot my daddy first	O
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He sees his bright eyed little wife	Q
He sees the cottage neat and clean	B
He sees the wrecking of his life	Q
And all the things that might have been	B
And sunk in hopeless black despair	R
That drink no more has power to drown	B
Upon the beer stained table there	R
The drunkard s ruined head goes down	B
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But even I a fearful wreck	P
Have drifted long before the storm	S
I know when all seems lost on earth	T
How hard it can be to reform	S
I too have sinned and we have both	U
Drunk to the dregs the bitter cup	V
Give me your hand Oh brother mine	B
And even I might help you up	V

Henry Lawson

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