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| No. 1 — SONG (HORACE) |
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| Horace. | ||
| When sunny summer ripens corn, | ||
| And skylarks sing to gladen us, | ||
| His lot is not without a thorn | ||
| Who daily drives an omnibus. | ||
| When hungry Road Cars hover near, | ||
| In competition fierce and hot, | ||
| What wonder that a scalding tear | ||
| The driver's badge should sometimes blot! | ||
| What wonder that a scalding tear. | ||
| The driver's badge should sometimes blot. | ||
| The constant tinkle of the bell, | ||
| My nervous system knocks about, | ||
| It rings a welcome or a knell | ||
| As fares get in, or fares get out. | ||
| Pedestrians with weary feet | ||
| Will hail me for a penny ride, | ||
| Until there comes in accents sweet | ||
| The welcome shout of "Full inside!" | ||
| Until there comes in accents sweet | ||
| The welcome shout of "Full inside!" | ||
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Page modified 6 August 2019