Oh, the grand old Duke of York
He had ten thousand men;
He marched them up to the top of the hill,
And he marched them down again...
Oh, young motorist of our town,
as your birthday sun didst set,
You drove down one side of the street,
And you drove back up the other (wind assisted)
When they were up, they were up,
And when they were down, they were down,
And when they were only halfway up,
They were neither up nor down.
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Theatre of the Automobiles of Regard
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