Pioneers of all improvements, handsome cars and cheaper fares;
No more ‘tubs’ and foreign gee-gees, onward, Road-Car, spread the light,
No more sixpence any distance after eight on Sunday night.
“‘No more turning back,’ said Buller, to the gallant rank and file;
No white flag was ever hoisted by the ‘Dubs’ from Erin’s isle;
Strike no flag, and give no quarter, for with them it’s ‘outing-dues,’
Good luck to the ‘orange blossoms,’ for we’ve long since had the ‘blues.’
“Stand no nursing, Road-Car drivers, you’ve a right as well as they,
Forward, valiant standard-bearers, bravo “D” and “B” and “J.”
Come to stay’s the public verdict, bull-dog pluck cannot be beat,