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 His good brown horse drew wagon bright, In which was room enough, For better far than chaises light Are these when roads are rough.

The good horse trotted with his load,— The whip he did not need, And o'er the high and rugged road Our travellers bore with speed.

I cannot tell each charming sight That on the dear boy's view Arose to fill him with delight, For all to him was new.

Here swam a flock of gabbling geese In waters bright and still, Nor did the sheep the gambols cease About the verdant hill.

The cattle from their grassy meal Raised up a heavy eye, And many a pig sent forth its squeal As rolled the wagon by.

And now the house appear'd in view That they should tarry in,— Then barking out the house-dog flew And out came all their kin.