A final hurrah

This old girl is more knickers than fur coats

Three cheers for the old girl

Hip hip hoorah for the dear old girl

She might be on her last legs

But tis a reason to celebrate, not mourn

To gloat

Over a hundred years old

A better innings than most

Last of her kind, except the one down the road

God they really don't make em like her anymore

It's all style over substance

All pizazz and flair

but not enough to win four score

Huzzah for the old girl

The memories she bestows

Man and boy, man and boy, footsteps and cries

Down her corridors and chambers flow

God save the old girl and godspeed the new

Of glories past and hauntings too

Tear down the old girl

Sell her off bit by bit and row by row

Mementos of a bygone age

when men were men

and did for love not just the dough

And once she's gone

The golden cockrel crows its last

She's gone for good

Not coming back

Never recovering her proud womanhood

Farewell old girl

A tear stained adieu

Pride filled cavalcade

A final salute