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The Works of the Right Honourable Sir Chas. Hanbury Williams

... From the Originals in the Possession of His Grandson The Right Hon. The Earl of Essex and Others: With Notes by Horace Walpole ... In Three Volumes, with Portraits

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THE OLD COACHMAN;
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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THE OLD COACHMAN;

A NEW BALLAD:

OR THE TRAVELS OF MR. PULTNEY AND LORD CARTERET TO CLERMONT.

WHEN Caleb and Cart'ret, two birds of a feather,
Went down to a feast at Newcastle's together;
No matter what wines, or what choice of good cheer,
'Tis enough that the Coachman had his dose of beer.
Derry down, &c.
Coming home, as the liquor worked up in his pate,
The Coachman drove on at a damnable rate;

187

Poor Cart'ret in terror, and scar'd all the while,
Cry'd, “Stop, let me out—is the dog an Argyle?”
Derry down, &c.
But he soon was convinced of his error, for, lo,
John stopt short in the dirt and no further could go;
When Cart'ret saw this, he observed, with a laugh,
“This Coachman, I find, is your own, my Lord Bath.”
Derry down, &c.
Now the Peers quit the coach in a pitiful plight,
Deep in mire and rain, and without any light;
Not a path to pursue, nor to guide them a friend,
What course shall they take then, and how will this end?
Derry down, &c.
Lo! Chance, the great master of human affairs,
Who governs in councils, and conquers in wars;

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Straight, with grief at their case, for the Goddess well knew,
That these were her creatures and votaries true,
Derry down, &c.
This Chance brought a Passenger quick to their aid,
“Honest friend, can you drive?”—“What should ail me he said;
“For many a bad season, through many a bad way,
“Old Orford I've driven without stop or stay.
Derry down, &c.
“He was overturn'd, I confess, but not hurt,”
Quoth the Peers—“It was we help'd him out of the dirt;
“This boon for thy master then prithee requite,
“Take us up or else here we must wander all night.”
Derry down, &c.

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He took them both up, and thro' thick and thro' thin,
Drove away to St. James's, and brought them safe in;
Learn hence, honest Britons, in spite of your pains,
That Orford's old coachman still governs the reins.
Derry down, &c.