Groom of the crib!—groom of the stole!
THE COACHMAN.
You're bound to nothing, strictly speaking,
But just to keep the wheels from creaking;
And then to drive just slower, faster,
To please yourself more than your Master.
Groom of the crib!—groom of the stole!
You're bound to nothing, strictly speaking,
But just to keep the wheels from creaking;
And then to drive just slower, faster,
To please yourself more than your Master.