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Now 'urry, Mrs New South Wales, and come along of us, We're all a-goin' ridin' in the Federation 'bus. A fam'ly party, don't you know--yes, Queensland's comin', too. You can't afford it! Go along! We've kep' box seat for you. The very one of all the lot that can afford it best, You'll only have to pay your share the same as all the rest.
You say your sons is workin' men, and can't afford to ride! Well, all our sons is workin' men, a-smokin' up outside. You think you might be drove to smash by some unskilful bloke! Well, ain't we all got necks ourselves? And we don't want 'em broke. You bet your life we're not such fools but what we'll do our best To keep from harm--for harm to one is harm to all the rest.