What are nearly the last of Melbourne's old cable-trams are to be scrapped when, in the near future, the Elizabeth Street-Sydney Road service is electrified.
Now a sad farewell to the cable-tram, Staunch friend of the quieter days, That glided down thro' a leisured town Ere the urge for speed was a craze. We'd time to spare and we took the air On a sociable seat outside -- Calm charioteers of those peaceful years When "the trams" were a city's pride. Clash! Clang! The twin bells rang, And the grip went smoothly in. Then we floated along to a muted song And a dearth of hustle and din. Untouched by the need for racketting speed That frazzles the moderns' nerves, Scarce heeding at all the warning call: "Sit tight! Hold on at the curve!" Unhurried, serene, we viewed the scene, Or chatted with Charlie or Sam. Oh, in spite of the rage of a jazz-mad age, I'm still for the cable-tram, I am, The jolly old cable-tram. But they're rooting them out, the cable-trams, Like all earth's pleasanter things; To oblivion brought by a Juggernaut That needs no leading strings And they'll serve when dead, for a shelter shed By some shrill suburban road. Or a garden "nook," unbelievably crook, At a philistine's abode. Clash! Clang! . . . How the breezes sang On a sunny Sabbath Day. And away we go with Fanny or Flo For a tram trip down the Bay. "What O! There's class!" Proud ponies pass With their shining jinkers there, And joy's complete, we've a front-row seat, And the sea-wind's in our hair. And never a car snorts by to mar That peace with its swank and sham. You may keep your noise and your clattering toys! I'm for the cable-tram, I am! Idyllic old cable-tram.
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