Text from
Urith: A Tale of Dartmoor
By Sabine Baring-Gould
New York: United States Book Company, 1890, page 58.*

MY LADY’S COACH

[1] My Lady hath a sable coach
And horses, two and four.
My Lady hath a gaunt bloodhound
That runneth on before.
My Lady’s coach has nodding plumes.
The coachman has no head.
My Lady’s face is ashen white,
As one that long is dead.

[2] “Now, pray step in,” my Lady saith.
“Now, pray step in and ride!”
“I thank thee; I had rather walk
Than gather to thy side.”

[CHORUS:] The wheels go round without a sound
Of tramp or turn of wheels.
As a cloud at night, in the pale moonlight,
Onward the carriage steals.

[3] “Now, pray step in,” my Lady saith.
“Now, prithee, come to me.”
She takes the baby from the crib.
She sets it on her knee. [CHORUS]

[4] “Now, pray step in,” my Lady saith,
“Now, pray step in, and ride,”
Then deadly pale, in wedding veil,
She takes to her the bride. [CHORUS]

[5] “Now, pray step in,” my Lady saith.
“There’s room I wot for you.”
She waved her hand; the coach did stand.
The Squire within she drew. [CHORUS]

[6] “Now, pray step in,” my Lady saith.
“Why shouldst thou trudge afoot?”
She took the gaffer in by her,
His crutches in the boot. [CHORUS]

[7] I’d rather walk a hundred miles,
And run by night and day,
Than have that carriage halt for me,
And hear my Lady say:
“Now, pray step in, and make no din.
I prithee, come and ride.
There’s room, I trow, by me for you,
And all the world beside.”

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* The text with musical notation is said to be in the first edition of

Songs of the West: Folk Songs of Devon & Cornwall Collected from the Mouths of the People
by S. (Sabine) Baring-Gould; H. Fleetwood Sheppard; F. W. Bussell; Cecil J. (Cecil James) Sharp
London: Methuen & Co., Ltd., 1889.

However, it was omitted from some later editions, and while some are available online at Project Gutenberg and the Internet Archive, I have not found a viewable online copy of any edition that includes this song.