In connection with the Transport Board's report, it has been pointed out that certain country railways have never paid and show no signs of ever doing so. The question has been raised as to why motor transport should be taxed to pay for these lines instead of being substituted for them.
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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