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AT THE LOSS OF THE



Twas as our love we told On the top of the Old Steam Car, When a wand'ring breeze, made us cough and sneeze, With a smell, like rotten eggs and Tar!

But the lights were low, and the pace was slow, And the corner seats were cosy, And many a Miss has received a kiss On the top of the Car From Perry Barr Or the Tram that came from Moseley!

Yes, the Electric Car, can go very far, In a very short space of time But that dazzling light, is to bright So each loving pair, have a stony air Of not being aware, that each other is there And gone are their joys sublime!

No, the fact that these Cars are painted blue And are awfully, terribly, painfully new, And the fact there is plenty of elbow room, Will never make up for that friendly gloom And the joys so sweet, Of the corner seat .