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262 An’ roll’d along the ground, &emsp;&emsp;While the whip did smack &emsp;&emsp;On the ho’ses’ back, An’ the wheels went swiftly round, Good so’s; &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;The wheels went swiftly round.

Noo iron raïls did streak the land &emsp;To keep the wheels in track. The coachman turn’d his vow’r-in-hand, &emsp;Out right, or left, an’ back; &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;An’ he’d stop avore &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;A man’s own door, To teäke en up or down: &emsp;&emsp;While the reins veil slack &emsp;&emsp;On the ho’ses’ back, Till the wheels did rottle round ageän; &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;Till the wheels did rottle round.

An’ there, when wintry win’ did blow, &emsp;Athirt the plaïn an’ hill, An’ the zun wer peäle above the snow, &emsp;An’ ice did stop the mill. &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;They did laugh an’ joke &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;Wi’ cwoat or cloke, So warmly roun’ em bound, &emsp;&emsp;While the whip did crack &emsp;&emsp;On the ho’ses’ back, An’ the wheels did trundle round, d’ye know; &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;The wheels did trundle round.

An’ when the rumblèn coach did pass &emsp;Where hufflèn winds did roar, They’d stop to teäke a warmèn glass &emsp;By the sign above the door; &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;An’ did laugh an’ joke &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;An’ ax the vo’k