Crowned glory of the road
Its presence grace brings to the rest.
Ancient's time, though never old,
It presses onward on its quest.

The quest of life, to all fulfill
Its drivers will to make it roll.
More than a car, it's owner's will:
A soul's machine; a machine's own soul.

And like all things, the proud car meets
The end of road, as with proud crest
"Victoria" the proud display,
Crowned glory, laid to rest.