An’ roll’d along the ground,
While the whip did smack
On the ho’ses’ back,
An’ the wheels went swiftly round, Good so’s;
The wheels went swiftly round.
Noo iron raïls did streak the land
To keep the wheels in track.
The coachman turn’d his vow’r-in-hand,
Out right, or left, an’ back;
An’ he’d stop avore
A man’s own door,
To teäke en up or down:
While the reins veil slack
On the ho’ses’ back,
Till the wheels did rottle round ageän;
Till the wheels did rottle round.
An’ there, when wintry win’ did blow,
Athirt the plaïn an’ hill,
An’ the zun wer peäle above the snow,
An’ ice did stop the mill.
They did laugh an’ joke
Wi’ cwoat or cloke,
So warmly roun’ em bound,
While the whip did crack
On the ho’ses’ back,
An’ the wheels did trundle round, d’ye know;
The wheels did trundle round.
An’ when the rumblèn coach did pass
Where hufflèn winds did roar,
They’d stop to teäke a warmèn glass
By the sign above the door;
An’ did laugh an’ joke
