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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342185" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Old Tin Liz</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">We have scrubbed, and scoured and polished, till she's looking just like new,<br>And her good old engines singing, and our hearts are singing too,<br>While the magpies pipe a chorus, and the air's like a sparkling fizz.<br>And we're going to the races in the Old Tin Liz.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">T'was the first car in the district, how we swelled our chests with pride,<br>As we asked our poorer neighbours to step up and take a ride,<br>Now they pass us by, disdainful, in the newest make there is,<br>Wondering why we cling so faithfully to Old Tin Liz.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When we'd got her, new and shining, Oh the picnics that we had,<br>Mother shredding all her troubles, Father larking like a lad,<br>While we youngsters sang in chorus, as our bubbling spirits riz,<br>Sitting decked with ferns and wattles in the Old Tin Liz.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But when Janey got a snake bite, ah! the terror of that day,<br>Nothing in the house to cure her, and the doctor miles away,<br>'Twas then Lizzie showed her mettle. Oh she had a heart of gold<br>Roaring up those flinty ridges liked a blessed two-year-old.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the doctor cured our Janey, but the good old car helped too.<br>She has shared our joys and sorrows, and she's always pulled us through<br>Carting water in the drought time, pulling cattle from the bogs<br>Snorting gaily through the paddocks, over stones and stumps and logs.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The the precious hours on sunday-coming home from early Mass,<br>While the air's all hushed and holy, and the dew's still on the grass,<br>Sitting reverent and silent, what a blessed time it is:<br>We are near to Heaven then, in the Old Tin Liz.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alice+Guerin+Crist">Alice Guerin Crist</a><div class=q>
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