An Auto Ride (Charles Austin Miles)
- Editor: David Anderson (submitted 2023-11-16). Score information: Letter, 20 pages, 745 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes:
First published: 1912 Hall-Mack Co.
Original text and translations
Yeo ho! Yeo ho! is a sailor’s song,
But it will not do for me;
No, I do not care
For the restless rolling sea.
I do not like the breaker’s roar
Of the waves upon the shore,
It is nicer, for in my brand new car,
So come and take a ride with me.
Turn it over once again,
Something’s bursted, that is plain;
Fill her up with gasoline,
Climb aboard the limousine;
Give the crank another turn,
Get the stuff to burn.
I’m not going very far,
I can take a trolley car.
There! She gives another cough,
Surely, surely we are off;
On, on, we’re leaving care behind us,
None can ever find us,
Though the dust may blind us.
On we go, there goes another rooster,
Keep your eye upon that hen!
There’s another, that makes ten!
Look out! Look out! there comes a pig!
On and on, on and on, we’re time’s only master,
Just a little faster, never fear disaster,
We will surely get there in this machine!
So let the sailor sing this song,
Yeo ho ho, Yeo ho ho,
Sing while his old tub crawls along
On the waves of the rolling sea.
Give me the auto every time:
Honk! Honk! Honk!
Forty horse power,
Sixty miles an hour,
That is the speed for me.