"SEEING IT THROUGH / Bus driver, bus driver, how bravely you steam, Like a very big ship in a very small stream - EVery refuge a reef, every shadow a snare - But all are the same to a master of care. Bus driver, we board you, a shivering queue, We're safe and snuf now and forget about you: But on through the darkness you rumble alone, With no mate at your side and no on eyes but your own. Bus driver, bus driver, the sirens have gone: The bombs may come down, but the buses go on: Bus driver, I know you won't think me a snob If I whisper 'Bus driver, I don't want your job.'"

A poem by A. P. Herbert about bus drivers accompanies this poster from London Transit.

Artist: Eric Henri Kennington

Printer: The Baynard Press

Condition: Good; please note restoration in various places of page.

Material: Linen backed on acid-free canvas

All sizes are approximate.