Fer cry-i, you guys. May I remind you that this song dates from the days of the Westward expansion and the Gold Rush. Hauling any kind of load required multiple horses in an array of pairs--left and right. Unless you use oxen or burros or mules. To arrive driving six horses was an event justifying some enthusiasm, since (a) it meant you had arrived at all which was always problematic and (b) it mean you could afford six horses. That they were a matched set is probably indicative that the whole thing was an exuberant day-dream. In fact she would probably arrive driving one swaybacked, windbroken nag on its last legs, or else being rattled to death in a stage coach or a buckboard, bruised, sunburnt and grumpy as hell and covered with dust.

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