When I see the third-classers on chair,
My head hangs in shame,
If without reading they can be my bosses,
What to say it more?
The other thing is this there is nothing in being
First class, second class or third class,
Actually to be a man is im; portant
Which but many of us are not
But what pains me most is this
That they are third class,
Very, very third class people
Positioned in life.
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