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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 all the little candles are waiting on the tree!

Seven days of porridge, and cabbages, and pork, Seven days of steerage-deck, swinging as you walk,
 * And then the dark blue water is turning yellow-brown

There's the dear old Statue—and it's Christmas in New York!

You who cross the Channel from Dover to Calais, You who dress for dinner and go first-class all the way,
 * I wonder will you ever know the thrill that I shall feel

When the stately old Caronia goes rolling up the Bay!