Freston
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A whiz and a whirl and away she ran.
In and out through the city streets,
Over the river and far away,—
Into the country's Wonderland,—
'Neath the cloudless sky of a summer day!
In and out through the city streets,
Over the river and far away,—
Into the country's Wonderland,—
'Neath the cloudless sky of a summer day!
Merriment perched on the steering bar,
And care was left at the starting post;
And our REO ran on so valiantly,
That her owner chauffeur began to boast
About all the wonders she yet would do,
'Neath the master touch of his guiding hand,—
The races she'd run and the trips she would take
And the record she'd make were all quickly planned.
And care was left at the starting post;
And our REO ran on so valiantly,
That her owner chauffeur began to boast
About all the wonders she yet would do,
'Neath the master touch of his guiding hand,—
The races she'd run and the trips she would take
And the record she'd make were all quickly planned.
The fields of daisies and waving corn
And cattle grazing in pastures green,—
Lifting grave eyes and bending horn,—
Flashed by ere the picture was fairly seen.
Past quiet hamlets and groups of trees,
Through the sun and shade of a perfect day,
With hearts as light as the summer breeze,
That fanned our faces, we sped away.
And cattle grazing in pastures green,—
Lifting grave eyes and bending horn,—
Flashed by ere the picture was fairly seen.
Past quiet hamlets and groups of trees,
Through the sun and shade of a perfect day,
With hearts as light as the summer breeze,
That fanned our faces, we sped away.
The winding, ribbon-like, red-brown road,—
Men's hands flung down to meet man's need,—
Seemed to our fancy to flow behind,
Men's hands flung down to meet man's need,—
Seemed to our fancy to flow behind,
