No longer does it carry a thoroughfare
No more do the horses draw clattering carts here
Alas, the ancient bricks now in slow decay
The Old Red Bridge has had its day
Now tiddlers paddle with their jars
Arriving here in comfy cars
Where once with a flourish we snatched up the crayfish
Now even they are much diminished
A dirge, I lament, a eulogy, for gravel’s all that’s now found here.
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