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C J Dennis - Country Roads ~ White Horse Road
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By White Horse Tavern, White Horse Road
   In olden days wound down;
And many a waggon bore its load
And many a bullock felt the goad
   From town to country town.
Thro` Ringwood on, by hill and vale,
   Their patient way they went.
Until they came to Lilydale,
The olden town of Lilydale.
And teamsters paused at Lilydale,
   A place of calm content.

But days of bitumen and tar
   Have changed the ancient mode;
And now the speeding motor car,
Where traffic-cops and bowsers are,
   Go down the White Horse Road,
Upon a smooth, broad way they sail,
   Till, sudden, up and down,
The bumps begin at Lilydale,
The rocky road to Lilydale,
The holey road to Lilydale,
   A very peaceful town.

Beyond the town, the bumps are past,
   And vexed springs settle down;
But many an angry look is cast
And many a curse speeds backwards fast
   Toward that backward town.
On to the foothills leads the trail
   By smooth and pleasant ways,
But, oh, that stretch thro` Lilydale!
The sleepy town of Lilydale,
Where folk still think, in Lilydale,
   In terms of bullock drays.
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