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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=510910" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Ballad of the Cars</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wardour Street Border Ballad</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>&quot;Now this is the price of a stirrup-cup,&quot;<br>The kneeling doctor said.<br>And syne he bade them take him up,<br>For he saw that the man was dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They took him up, and they laid him down<br>( And, oh, he did not stir ),<br>And they had him into the nearest town<br>To wait the Coroner.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They drew the dead-cloth over the face,<br>They closed the doors upon,<br>And the cars that were parked in the market-place<br>Made talk of it anon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then up and spake a Daimler wide,<br>That carries the slatted tank: --<br>&quot;'Tis we must purge the country-side<br>And no man will us thank.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;For while they pray at Holy Kirk<br>The souls should turn from sin,<br>We cock our bonnets to the work,<br>And gather the drunken in. --</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;And if we spare them for the nonce, --<br>Or their comrades jack them free, --<br>They learn more under our dumb-irons<br>Than they learned at time mother's knee.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then up and spake an Armstrong bold,<br>And Siddeley, was his name: --<br>&quot;I saw a man lie stark and cold<br>By Grantham as I came.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;There was a blind turn by a brook,<br>A guard-rail and a fail:<br>But the drunken loon that overtook<br>He got no hurt at all!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;I ha' trodden the wet road and the dry --<br>But and the shady lane; '<br>And why the guiltless soul should die,<br>Good reason find I nane.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then up and spake the Babe Austin --<br>Had barely room for two --<br>&quot;'Tis time and place that make the sin,<br>And not the deed they do.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;For when a man drives with his dear,<br>I ha' seen it come to pass<br>That an arm too close or a lip too near<br>Has killed both lad and lass.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;There was a car at eventide<br>And a sidelings kiss to steal --<br>The God knows how the couple died,<br>But I mind the inquest weel.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;I have trodden the black tar and the heath --<br>But and the cobble-stone;<br>And why the young go to their death,<br>Good reason find I none.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then spake a Morris from Oxenford,<br>('Was keen to a Cowley Friar ): --<br>&quot;How shall we judge the ways of the Lord<br>That are but steel and fire?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>&quot;Between the oil-pits under earth<br>And the levin-spark from the skies,<br>We but adventure and go forth<br>As our man shall devise:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;And if he have drunken a hoop too deep,<br>No kinship can us move<br>To draw him home in his market-sleep<br>Or spare his waiting love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;There is never a lane in all England<br>Where a mellow man can go,<br>But he must look on either hand<br>And back and front also.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;But he must busk him every tide,<br>At prick of horn, to leap <br>Either to hide in ditch beside<br>Or in the bankes steep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;And whether he walk in drink or muse,<br>Or for his love be bound,<br>We have no wit to mark and chuse,<br>But needs must slay or wound.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">. . . . . . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They drew the dead-cloth from its face.<br>The Crowner looked thereon;<br>And the cars that were parked in the market-place<br>Went all their ways anon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rudyard+Kipling">Rudyard Kipling</a><div class=q>
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&quot;Now this is the price of a stirrup-cup,&quot;
The kneeling doctor said.
And syne he bade them take him up,
For he saw that the man was dead.

They took him up, and they laid him down
( And, oh, he did not stir ..."></div>
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