G'day Kathryn,

This is a setting of a poem by Henry Lawson ... pretty autobiographical, since it is based on his memories of working as a very much exploited "apprentice" painter at a coachbuilding works (usually dismissed when they grew too big to fit under the carriages they were painting). This is his reaction to being banished to the far (and cold) end of the station because of his 2nd-class ticket.

Whose CD do you have it from? I have it on a local CD by Margaret Walters but that would be rare outside Australia.

I can give you the words from my home machine, when i get home - if no one else gets in first. I don't know what tune you have, as i don't know who sings your version ... but you only need the words.

Regards,

Bob Bolton