The tale of transport here writ plain For every traveller to see -- Of car, of train, of carrier's wain -- Reveals a life-long rivalry: The common tale of many a town. Planned in the day of the pioneers, Striving for trade and due renown, While fortunes wavered up and down, Thro'out a young land's restless years. First, where the pleasant Goulburn flows To seek the Murray and the sea, Her green-decked hamlet here arose To tempt the new prosperity. And teamsters stayed their waggons here, Beside this picturesque abode, To steal a night of Seymour cheer, To sip again of Seymour beer Ere they pursued the lonely road. And so this simple rustic maid Grew to a sweet but restless dame Whose ever watchful eye saw trade Thrive where the shining railroad came. She raised a newer home beside The gleaming way; while ever she -- To charm and beauty now denied -- Sought for a surer, speedier guide In man's new god - Efficiency. But now swift cars came gliding down The smooth road to her old abode. Scorning in turn her rail-side town, She moved again - from rail to road. And here, while trade grows none the less, Beauty still grows in many a guise, And trees, in summer loveliness Or winter charm, serve to express Content in happy compromise.
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