She's getting tired my old lass, at fifty four I think I'll pass
she grumbles, moans, men know the score! i think it's time I showed her the door!
when she was young, . i didn't mind, she seemed, like (well) one of a kind!
she's passed her best, lets face it guys! a pound foolish a penny wise!
now i drool over the latest model, i think she's for me! what a doddle!
my old girl has done her best, and she'll retire like all the rest
should i keep her on for for pity's sake? NO! bugger it! i'm on the make!
get rid of her now, while she is down, she'll cost me money, and make me frown
I'm tempted, to let her go, I 'm thinking hard! and i think no!
sweetheart! you have never let me down! it seems that i have been the clown
you have the right to moan and groan, and to live in my humble home!
your waterworks, leaking on the floor, dribbling slowly out the door
my mind has made a decision, with engineering skills and precision!
I'll restore you to your former pride, no longer will you have to hide
to me your agless! my old friend, andto you, i will lovingly attend
your worn out pump, and sluggish starts, hydraulics, splined and geared parts
My Nuffield tractor, was England's best! so be it! my case! i rest!

Bob Gibson

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