Songs, Ballads, and Other Poems by the late Thomas Haynes Bayly; Edited by his Widow. With A Memoir of the Author. In Two Volumes |
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MY CREAM-COLOUR'D PONIES. |
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MY CREAM-COLOUR'D PONIES.
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Go order my ponies; so brilliant a SundayIs certain to summon forth all the élite;
And cits who work six days, and revel but one day,
Will trudge to the West End from Bishopsgate-street:
See! two lines of carriages almost extending
The whole way from Grosvenor to Cumberland Gate;
The Duchess has bow'd to me! how condescending!
I came opportunely—I thought I was late.
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I'm certain my ponies, my cream-colour'd ponies,Will cause a sensation wherever I go;
My page, in his little green jacket, alone is
The wonder of all! Oh, I hope he won't grow!
How young Sir Charles looks, with his hat so well fitted
To shew on the left side the curls of his wig!
I wonder that yellow post-chaise was admitted;
And there's an enormity—three in a gig!
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Dear me! Lady Emily bow'd to me coolly;Oh, look at that crazy old family-coach!
That cab is a mercantile person's—'tis truly
Amazing how those sort of people encroach!
Good gracious! the pole of that carriage behind us
Is going to enter my phaeton's back!
Do call to them, Robert! Oh! why won't they mind us?
I hear it! I feel it! bless me, what a crack!
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Don't glance at the crowd of pedestrians yonder,There's vulgar Miss Middleton looking this way.
Let's drive down to Kensington Gardens; I wonder
We hav'nt met Stanmore this beautiful day.
They've upset the Countess's carriage, how frightful!
Do look at Sir David—he'll drive here till dark;
Let's go where the crowd is the thickest; delightful!
My cream-colour'd ponies, the pride of the Park!
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