Let’s sing of Stage-Coaches,
and fear no Reproaches;
for riding in one,
but daily be jogging,
while whistling, and flogging,
while whistling and flogging,
the Coachman drives on;
with a hey geeup, geeup hey ho,
with a hey gee Dobin hey ho, hey,
geeup, geeup, geeup hey ho,
geeup, geeup, geeup hey ho,
with a hey, gee Dobin hey ho.
In Coaches thus strowling,
Who wou’d not be rowling;
With Nymphs on each side,
Still Pratling and Playing;
Our Knees interlaying,
We merrily ride.
With a hey, &c.
Here chance kindly mixes,
All sorts and all Sexes,
More Females than Men,
We squeese ’em, we ease ’em,