SONG OF THE AUTOMOBILE.
1 am coming. 1 am coming, don’t you hear my thunder roll, Don’t you feel my mighty power thro’ your body and your soul; Don't you dread my awful presence, my momentous throbbing feel? I’m a dashing, thrashing, bucking, clucking Auto-mo-bile! I’m a wonder, I’m a snorter, I’m a bull put on parade, I’m a devil, I’m a terror for the people who’re afraid; I can paralize the horses. I can make ’em dance a reel. I’m a rearing tearing, rumbling, grumbling Auto-mo-bile! Ch ar the track ye meek and lowly, for I claim the right of way! There’s no limit to my tenure, or my speed by night or day; To the woods with everybody, that’s the way we devils feel, I'm a lusty, dusty, ramming, jamming Auto-mo-bile! .TOE CONE.
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New Zealand Graphic, Volume XXXIII, Issue XVII, 22 October 1904, Page 68
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135SONG OF THE AUTOMOBILE. New Zealand Graphic, Volume XXXIII, Issue XVII, 22 October 1904, Page 68
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