SITE SOURCE: SYDNEY FOLKLORE - SECTION 13: Transport
THE GLEBE TRAMWAYThe tramway to the Glebe, they say,Goes very slowly on its way; Like the progression of a snail Is the advance of log and rail. Traffic is stopped, and all complain, The 'buses have to take the lane ; The street is chopped and hacked about, And here and there some lazy lout Seems all the Government can spare' To do the work that's wanted there. Now, Mr. Lackey, gentle sir- Why cant you make a sort of stir ? The tradesmen in the dug-up street Have had a money-losing treat, And now they talk and now they write Of comfort small and business light — Those living in that hole of woe, The region where the tram's to go, Are want, sad case, to curse and frown, It's such a task to get to town— And those who drive their vehicles Are talking of the thousand ills ' That flesh is heir to; they aver They've got them all together there ! Oh! Mr. Lackey, why is this? There's surely something much amiss. |