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It's a greasy queasy business, a-travelling in the third
Where the meat is mostly horses and the milk is chiefly curd,
But it's better to go steerage than not to go at all—
You'll be jolly glad you did it, I give my plighted word.
Then sing a song of steerage, for that's the place to be
Seven quid will do it, and seven days at sea
Seven grey December days, keeping near the rail—
And over in America there's Someone waits for me!
