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We travelled on the last tram, Sweethearts, hand in hand, At least we thought it was the last, Swept up in this human band, Waiting at the Yorkshire Grey Tight packed on seething strand. At sound of distant rumble The muted cheer grew loud, And off key clanging bell Tried hard to clear the crowd As streaming lights, and clinging folk, Held fast to tramcar proud. Its slow progress to Charlton, Via St. Johns house on the hill, Was watched with growing sadness As eyes with tear drops fill, Now silent revellers, hearts full, Are statues alone and still. This funeral meeting, Loathe to leave the track-side, Like some disappointed football crowd Emotions try to hide, When, enthusiast with timetable in hand The real last car espied. As if by magic doldrums gone, Hankies now are flags, And leviathan trundles by As back beneath its passengers sags, And thoughtfull following mourners Are the tail that wags. We stood and watched The last tram go, We watched an age Disappearing, slow, We knew then We'd miss them so! |