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C J Dennis - The Old Gunn`s Gully Line
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The ole train puffs in once a day
   On the ole Gunn`s Gully line;
In a lazy, leisurely kind o` way
   She comes in, wet or fine.
Nobody wants her, nobody needs her,
Nobody likes her, nobody heeds; her
   Usefulness is done.
But, wet or fine, or sun or shine,
   That ole train`s got to run.
 
A man an` a dog, they loaf about
   To watch the train come in;
An` a man an` a boy an` a bag get out
   With Bowyang`s ole cream-tin.
An` all men say wot all men know:
That all things are as all things show,
   An` the trip don`t pay for grease.
But, come wot may, the Heads they say
   Them trips must never cease.
 
Now, to an` from the market town,
   On the new Gunn`s Gully road,
The motor cars speed up an` down,
   An` trucks with many a load,
For there`s the road, an` there`s the car,
An` there`s the chance; so, there you are!
   Let progress forge ahead!
But the Heads they say them cars must pay
   Or the ole train might drop dead.
 
The ole train puffs out once a day
   On the ole Gunn`s Gully spin;
With a man inside, some days, to ride
   With Bowyang`s old cream-tin.
And men ask, Why?  An` men ask who
The ole train serves like the morors do?
   But the Heads must have their fun.
So they shoves a tax on the people`s backs;
   For that ole train`s-got-to-run!
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