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 21                  The youth scarce heard his father out, But roar'd, bring out the whisky: With joy he view'd the rolling wheels, And prancing ponies frisky.

He seiz'd the reins and up he sprung, And wav'd the whistling lash; Take care! take care! his father cried: But off he went slap dash.

Who is this light spark, the horses thought, We'll try your strength young master; So o'er the rugged turnpike road, Still faster ran and faster.

Young Jehu tott'ring in his seat, Now wish'd to pull them in; But pulling from so young a hand They valued not a pin.

A drove of grunting pigs before Fill'd up the narrow way: Dash through the midst the horses drove, And made a rueful day;

For some were tramp”d under foot, Some crush'd beneath the wheel; Lord how the drivers curst and swore, And how the pigs did squeal.

A farmer's wife on old blind Ball, Went slowly on the road, With butter, eggs, and cheese, and cream, In two large panniers stow'd.