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The new Odeon Cinema, all clean and bright, for me many an hour in times to come,
we will line up and wait our turn in the queue, I’ll go with my mates not with my mum.
The bridge over the road at the station is so narrow, trams wait till it is clear,
the Dog Kennel Hill is so very steep, that many on this tram worry should we fear.

Dog Kennel Hill is the only place that there are four sets of lines, for safety sake,
two sets up and two sets down, while one tram used one, the next tram another would take.
The early full tram load of passengers mostly big burly men, with pockets of sandwiches.
carrying bags, or tins of lunch, wearing donkey coats and patched working breeches.

The tram would grunt and slowly move uphill gripping rails, getting electricity from that centre groove,
a smell of burning as the motors strained, we hold our breath and wonder, would our guess prove.
The tram stops sharply its blown it electric fuse, the conductor runs to the rear driver s cabin brake,
as the tram goes backward down the hill, his additional help to the driver all the difference make.

The tram stops just before the bend, passengers glad they had not hit the arch, the driver replaces the fuse,
the tram once again tries to climb the hill, some of the passengers had not felt safe so refused to use.
They walk to the top and await their transport where they climb on again, lighter it had reached the top,
behind time now the driver races down the hill, takes the bend so fast we wonder oh will it stop.

Kings Collage Hospital “were here luv”, the Conductor gets the pushchair and unfolds it in on the path,
she goes off two kids in tow, one in the pushchair, one on the way, she don't seem worried you got to laugh.
Here we go we are on our way, an other big Odeon Cinema, and The Golden Domes, and New Grand Hall
The Camberwell Palace Theatre so grand and so big, as time passes when we will go to visit them all.

Camberwell Green is so congested the trams line up in the middle of the road, a shelter stands here to wait,
some trams go left and some go straight on the lever man must know his job, if he sends one wrong we’re late.
On now down the Walworth Road, past the Regal Cinema and the Canal, the tram rocks and sways,
here on the left is the Gallaway’s cough mixture factory, they claim “clears you cough in a few days”.

East Street the conductor calls out, I wonder why they call it that, we always call it East Lane well I never,
hot chestnuts the vendor shouts, and then a stall selling Brussels sprouts, Sarsaparilla “Hot sarsaparilla”.
A man dressed in Indian costume all feathers and beads, shouts “I gotta horse” But I cant see it, anywhere,
we bought the old comics that we had come for, we had better go home, pleased we had not spent our fare.