Thou and I, my noble wheel,
O'er the highway rolling,
Friends are we for woe or weal,
Oft together strolling.

Thou and I, my fifty-four!
Willing steed and master!
How we skin the roadway o'er!
Never bird went faster!

What care we for weary miles,
Thou and I together,
When the cloudless heaven smiles,
Or in stormy weather?

Thou and I leave care behind,
Bicycle, my beauty!
Fleeter steed I'll never find,
Ready aye for duty!

May the beauty ne'er grow dim,
May the strength ne'er fail thee!
Staunch and true each slender limb;
Noble wheel, I hail thee!

Thou and I, my fifty-four!
Willing steed and master!
How we skim the roadway o'er!
Never bird went faster!