With the Serbs in Macedonia

TO 'ENRY
PTE. SMITH WAXES LYRICAL ON THE SUBJECT OF THE FORD
MOTOR LORRY, SOMETIMES KNOWN AS THE " TIN LIZZIE,"
BUT ALWAYS CALLED IN THE BALKANS A " 'ENRY "
You ain't exactly beautiful ; no, 'Enry, that you ain't ;
Your wicked ways at times would raise a cuss-word from
a saint.
You're a cross between a bedstead and a spider on the
spree.
An' 'ow you ever goes at all's a miracle to me !
On a cold and frosty mornin', it's some job to make you
start.
You stiff, back-firin' blighter, that's the time you break
my
'eart !
An' if it's 'ot, old kettlepot, your water don't 'arf boil.
An' while you run, you shake like fun, and stink of burnin'
oil!
Your torque-rods bend Uke putty, and your coil's a box o*
tricks ;
Your carburation's sulky an' your commutator sticks.
You're simply " It " at missing (either cylinders or nuts),
But none the less, I must confess you've got a lot of guts !
You've bumped your way up
mountains on a track all
bends and rocks,
Though your first-speed band's the limit and it gives the
left foot socks !
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