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Rudyard Kipling - The Liner She`s A Lady
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The Liner she`s a lady, an` she never looks nor `eeds —
The Man-o`-War`s `er `usband, an` `e gives `er all she needs;
But, oh, the little cargo-boats, that sail the wet seas roun`,
They`re just the same as you an` me a-plyin` up an` down!
 
   Plyin` up an` down, Jenny, `angin` round the Yard,
     All the way by Fratton tram down to Portsmouth `Ard;
     Anythin` for business, an` we`re growin` old —
     Plyin` up an` down, Jenny, waitin` in the cold!
 
The Liner she`s a lady by the paint upon `er face,
An` if she meets an accident they count it sore disgrace:
The Man-o`-War`s `er `usband, and `e`s always `andy by,
But, oh, the little cargo-boats! they`ve got to load or die.
 
The Liner she`s a lady, and `er route is cut an` dried;
The Man-o`-War`s `er `usband, an` `e always keeps beside;
But, oh, the little cargo-boats that `aven`t any man,
They`ve got to do their business first, and make the most they can!
 
The Liner she`s a lady, and if a war should come,
The Man-o`-War`s `er `usband, and `e`d bid `er stay at home;
But, oh, the little cargo-boats that fill with every tide!
`E`d `ave to up an` fight for them, for they are England`s pride.
 
The Liner she`s a lady, but if she wasn`t made,
There still would be the cargo-boats for `ome an` foreign trade.
The Man-o`-War`s `er `usband, but if we wasn`t `ere,
`E wouldn`t have to fight at all for `ome an` friends so dear.
 
     `Ome an` friends so dear, Jenny, `angin` round the Yard,
     All the way by Fratton tram down to Portsmouth `Ard;
     Anythin` for business, an` we`re growin` old —
     `Ome an` friends so dear, Jenny, waitin` in the cold!
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