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Twas Solihull in Eng-a-land that started the landy craze;
They based it on the good ol' jeep that served in darker days;
They dressed her up in ex war paint, a splash of cockpit green;
They connected ploughs and welders to their shiny new machine;
And as they drove it out the door, with air of lordly pride,
A grinning English farmer said, `Can I take it for a drive?'

`See, here, young man,' said Solihull, `from Worcester to the sea,
From Stoke-on-Trent to Exeter, there's none can drive like she.
She's good all round at everything, as soon you all will know,
Although with all that gear on board - She is a little slow

Her seats were trimmed in elephant hide.
She's made of ally mixed with steel,
There's even a little ring to pull for driving all four wheels,
He had a sit, held the wheel, but before he drove from sight.
A little man called Lucas yelled - "Please don't drive at night!"

From Solihull in Eng-a-land, he drove his eighty-inch
He drove across a swollen creek, then up a steepish pinch.
He drove her down slippery hill - ' been raining all the day
A smile had stretched across his face as wide as Plymouth Bay.
He found a track, with lots of trees, so steep he nearly laughed
Bounced his way on up the road then - CRACK - he broke a shaft.

So think about that farmer when you're feeling blue
Or when the door wont open 'cos you've blown your ECU
That rusty project vehicle that's sitting in the yard.
Or the pile of money spent that's making life so hard
Don't think of driving to a cliff and giving her a shove
Your Land Rovers will always be a labour of love!