Old Remembrances.
I remember, I remember,
Old times at Otterbourne,
Before the building of the Church,
And when smock frocks were worn!
I remember, I remember,
When railroads there were none,
When by stage coach at early dawn
The journey was begun.
And through the turnpike roads till eve
Trotted the horses four,
With inside passengers and out
They carried near a score.
“Red Rover” and the “Telegraph,”
We knew them all by name,
And Mason’s and the Oxford coach,
Full thirty of them came.
The coachman wore his many capes,
The guard his bugle blew;
The horses were a gallant sight,
Dashing upon our view.
I remember, I remember,
The posting days of old;
The yellow chariot lined with blue
And lace of colour gold.
The post-boys’ jackets blue or buff,
The inns upon the road;
The hills up which we used to walk
To lighten thus the load.