This old bridge has stood for years,
It’s carried cattle to market, both calves and steers.
It’s seen too many pub-goers downing beers,
And novice drivers crunching gears.
Built by townsfolk and engineers,
Once a path for brave pioneers,
Seeking fortune and new frontiers,
And glamorous, glittering, great careers,
It is now just simply what it appears,
A sight that gladdens, a sight that cheers.