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Henry Lawson - I`ll Tell You What, You Wanderers
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I`ll tell you what you wanderers, who drift from town to town;
Don`t look into a good girl`s eyes, until you`ve settled down.
It`s hard to go away alone and leave old chums behind-
It`s hard to travel steerage when your tastes are more refined-
To reach a place when times are bad, and to be stranded there,
No money in your pocket nor a decent rag to wear.
But be forced from that fond clasp, from that last clinging kiss-
By poverty! There is on earth no harder thing than this.
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