`For’ard’ (Henry Lawson Poems)
It is stuffy in the steerage where the second-classers sleep,For there's near a hundred for'ard, and they're stowed away like ...
It is stuffy in the steerage where the second-classers sleep,For there's near a hundred for'ard, and they're stowed away like ...
It's hard what poor fowk mun put up wi'! What insults an snubs they've to tak!What bowin an scrapin's expected, If a ...
Ye wha are fain to hae your nameWrote in the bonny book of fame,Let merit nae pretension claimTo laurel'd wreath,But ...
Jason White has come ter town Drivin' his tin peddler's cart,Pans a-bangin' up an' down Like they'd tear theirselves apart;Kittles rattlin' underneath, Coal-hods ...
Oor Sis is a mitherly sort o' a bairn,An unco gleg thing, an' sae easy to learn,That let her see ...
Now 'ere's a yarn as is true, said Dan, "An' you can't say that o' most:I was in the packet ...
I ain't no glutton for work, said Bill, "though I done my whack in my day,An' I'd never say 'No' ...
It is stuffy in the steerage where the second-classers sleep, For there's near a hundred for'ard, and they're stowed away ...
As I was spittin' into the Ditch aboard o' the Crocodile, I seed a man on a man-o'-war got up ...
I HOLD it, sir, my bounden duty To warn you how that Master Tootie, Alias, Laird M'Gaun, Was here to ...
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