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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required BACK STORY Me and my dad used to work as a team on the Trolley Buses for Manchester Corporation, out of the Hyde Road Depot. Dad drove, and I was his offsider, collecting fares, and keeping order on the bus, like making sure people did not block the aisle, or go past the stop they had paid for. and no one was standing up if there was room to sit down, also making sure people upstairs did not bang there feet on the floor. General Spoilsport eh. In the second part, Moses was a big African fella, and his offsider was a little red headed Irishman, they usually had the run in front of us, and tried whatever they could to get us to go ahead, and take the load off them, timetables did not bother them much. I always told dad, if it comes to a fight, I will take the little one Trolley Buses By Robert (Bob) Moore © I used to work on trolley buses, up and down Hyde Road My dad he was the driver, and I controlled the load Move along the bus I’d say, there’s room for 2 upstairs that’s where you were allowed to smoke, in those days no one cared Leave from Piccadilly, the 210 was our bus Keep eyes on the timetable, it meant a lot to us. Ardwick Green and Belle Vue, then on past Debdale Park Hyde would be the Terminus, then turn and head right back Sometimes a petrol driver, would try to make some cash With overtime on trolleys, but sometimes they were rash They’d forget about the trolley arm, and try to overtake They’d see us wave and shouting, and realized “mistake” It was all too late of course, and the sparks would start to fly The arms were bent and waving, and the power it would die Then swearing and apologies, and laughter close to tears Then back to depot on batteries, for the ribbing and the sneers. Moses was an African, his offsider was a Mick They tried to get us to take their load, with every dirty trick We pulled into Hyde one day, they had their trolleys down You should be in front they said, and take the load to town. Dad did not bat an eyelid, we’er on a break he said you’ll have to wait 10 minutes, before we go ahead they knew they could not wait that long, they had to make their run so trolleys up, and off they went, we drank tea and watched the fun.
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