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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408522" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>`For'ard</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is stuffy in the steerage where the second-classers sleep, <br>For there's near a hundred for'ard, and they're stowed away like sheep, -- <br>They are trav'lers for the most part in a straight 'n' honest path; <br>But their linen's rather scanty, an' there isn't any bath -- <br>Stowed away like ewes and wethers that is shore 'n' marked 'n' draft. <br>But the shearers of the shearers always seem to travel aft; <br> In the cushioned cabins, aft, <br> With saloons 'n' smoke-rooms, aft -- <br>There is sheets 'n' best of tucker for the first-salooners, aft. <br> <br>Our beef is just like scrapin's from the inside of a hide, <br>And the spuds were pulled too early, for they're mostly green inside; <br>But from somewhere back amidships there's a smell o' cookin' waft, <br>An' I'd give my earthly prospects for a real good tuck-out aft -- <br> Ham an' eggs 'n' coffee, aft, <br> Say, cold fowl for luncheon, aft, <br>Juicy grills an' toast 'n' cutlets -- tucker a-lor-frongsy, aft. <br> <br>They feed our women sep'rate, an' they make a blessed fuss, <br>Just as if they couldn't trust 'em for to eat along with us! <br>Just because our hands are horny an' our hearts are rough with graft -- <br>But the gentlemen and ladies always DINE together, aft -- <br> With their ferns an' mirrors, aft, <br> With their flow'rs an' napkins, aft -- <br>`I'll assist you to an orange' -- `Kindly pass the sugar', aft. <br> <br>We are shabby, rough, 'n' dirty, an' our feelin's out of tune, <br>An' it's hard on fellers for'ard that was used to go saloon; <br>There's a broken swell among us -- he is barracked, he is chaffed, <br>An' I wish at times, poor devil, for his own sake he was aft; <br> For they'd understand him, aft, <br> (He will miss the bath-rooms aft), <br>Spite of all there's no denyin' that there's finer feelin's aft. <br> <br>Last night we watched the moonlight as it spread across the sea -- <br>`It is hard to make a livin',' said the broken swell to me. <br>`There is ups an' downs,' I answered, an' a bitter laugh he laughed -- <br>There were brighter days an' better when he always travelled aft -- <br> With his rug an' gladstone, aft, <br> With his cap an' spyglass, aft -- <br>A careless, rovin', gay young spark as always travelled aft. <br> <br>There's a notice by the gangway, an' it seems to come amiss, <br>For it says that second-classers `ain't allowed abaft o' this'; <br>An' there ought to be a notice for the fellows from abaft -- <br>But the smell an' dirt's a warnin' to the first-salooners, aft; <br> With their tooth and nail-brush, aft, <br> With their cuffs 'n' collars, aft -- <br>Their cigars an' books an' papers, an' their cap-peaks fore-'n'-aft. <br> <br>I want to breathe the mornin' breeze that blows against the boat, <br>For there's a swellin' in my heart -- a tightness in my throat -- <br>We are for'ard when there's trouble! We are for'ard when there's graft! <br>But the men who never battle always seem to travel aft; <br> With their dressin'-cases, aft, <br> With their swell pyjamas, aft -- <br>Yes! the idle and the careless, they have ease an' comfort, aft. <br> <br>I feel so low an' wretched, as I mooch about the deck, <br>That I'm ripe for jumpin' over -- an' I wish there was a wreck! <br>We are driven to New Zealand to be shot out over there -- <br>Scarce a shillin' in our pockets, nor a decent rag to wear, <br>With the everlastin' worry lest we don't get into graft -- <br>There is little left to land for if you cannot travel aft; <br> No anxiety abaft, <br> They have stuff to land with, aft -- <br>Oh, there's little left to land for if you cannot travel aft; <br> <br>But it's grand at sea this mornin', an' Creation almost speaks, <br>Sailin' past the Bay of Islands with its pinnacles an' peaks, <br>With the sunny haze all round us an' the white-caps on the blue, <br>An' the orphan rocks an' breakers -- Oh, it's glorious sailin' through! <br>To the south a distant steamer, to the west a coastin' craft, <br>An' we see the beauty for'ard, better than if we were aft; <br> Spite of op'ra-glasses, aft; <br> But, ah well, they're brothers aft -- <br>Nature seems to draw us closer -- bring us nearer fore-'n'-aft. <br> <br>What's the use of bein' bitter? What's the use of gettin' mad? <br>What's the use of bein' narrer just because yer luck is bad? <br>What's the blessed use of frettin' like a child that wants the moon? <br>There is broken hearts an' trouble in the gilded first saloon! <br>We are used to bein' shabby -- we have got no overdraft -- <br>We can laugh at troubles for'ard that they couldn't laugh at aft; <br> Spite o' pride an' tone abaft <br> (Keepin' up appearance, aft) <br>There's anxiety an' worry in the breezy cabins aft. <br> <br>But the curse o' class distinctions from our shoulders shall be hurled, <br>An' the influence of woman revolutionize the world; <br>There'll be higher education for the toilin' starvin' clown, <br>An' the rich an' educated shall be educated down; <br>An' we all will meet amidships on this stout old earthly craft, <br>An' there won't be any friction 'twixt the classes fore-'n'-aft. <br> We'll be brothers, fore-'n'-aft! <br> Yes, an' sisters, fore-'n'-aft! <br>When the people work together, and there ain't no fore-'n'-aft.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Lawson">Henry Lawson</a><div class=q>
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