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[ 20 ] But nothing could young John pleaſe, xcept a touch at driving; 'Twas all in vain, his father found, to ſpend his breath in ſtriving

At leaſt attend raſh boy! he cried, and follow good advice, O in a ditch both gig and you will tumble in a trice.

S are ſpare the whip, hold hard the reins; th ſteeds faſt enough; Keep in the middle beaten tra k, nor croſs the ruts ſo rough:

And when within the town you come, be f re, with ſpecial care. D ive clear of ſign-poſts, booths and ſtalls, and monſters of the fair.

The youth ſcarce heard his father out, but ro r'd B ing out the whiſky! With joy he view'd the rolling wheels, and prancing ponies fr ſky.

He ſeiz'd the reins an up he ſprung, and wav'd the whiſtling laſh; Tak care, take care! his father cried; but off he w n ſl b daſh.

Who's this light ſ a k, the horſes thought we'll try your ſtrength young maſter So o'er the rugged turnpike road, ſtill faſter ran; and faſter.