There my forefathers dwelled;
Its hills and dales I've traversed o'er,
Its desert parts beheld.
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It's oft envelop'd in a fog,
Because it's up so high."
And Mr. Coaker continues in the same strain further than we care to transcribe. Then we have Mr. John Goodwin, "formerly a coach-guard, who sung of the days when there was such a thing, if we may so phrase it, as the poetry of locomotion." In his poetry, we are told, "there is a genuine ring," as here, for example:—
"I mind the time, when I was guard,
The lord, the duke, or squire
Would travel by the old stage-coach,