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The DT lyrics are almost the same as #172 in Peter Kennedy's Folksongs of Britain and Ireland. Differences are shown in italics.
| COACHMAN'S WHIP I once took a job as a coachman My money was paid in advance I then took a trip down to London From there I crossed over to France There I met a charming young lady Who 'dressed me and said with a smile "Young man, I'm in need of a coachman To drive me in old fashioned style" CHORUS Oh she was such a charming young lady All in the height of her bloom [or: And a lady of highest renown] And I being a dashing young coachman I drove her ten times 'round the room [or: I drove her ten times 'round the town] She then took me down to the cellar She filled me with whiskey so quick I hadn't been there many moments When she asked for a look at my whip She held it, she viewed it a moment She then laid it down with a smile "Young man, by the look and the length of your slash We could drive the best part of ten mile" She bid me get up to the Chaise-box So I climbed right up to the seat Three swishes I gave with my cracker And drove her straight down the high seat I handled my whip with good judgment Until I was up to her ways But the very first turn that I gave on the wheel I broke the main spring of her chaise When my mistress grew tired or grew weary She'd call me to stop for a rest She'd shout for her serving maid, Sally The girl that I loved second best "Sally, we've got a fine coachman He understands driving in style While the spring on the chaise is repairing I'll let him drive you for a while" | COACHMAN'S WHIP (Kennedy) I once took a job as a coachman My money was paid in advance I then took a trip down to London From there I crossed over to France There I met a charming young lady Who 'dressed me and said with a smile "Young man, I'm in need of a coachman To drive me in old-fashioned style" CHORUS O she was such a charming young lady And a lady of highest renown And I being a dashing young coachman I drove her ten times 'round the town. She then took me down in the cellar She filled me with whisky so quick I hadn't been there many moments When she asked for a look at my whip She held it, she viewed it a moment She then laid it down with a smile "Young man, by the look and the length of your slash We could drive the best part of ten mile" She bid me get up to the chaise-box So I climbed right up to the seat Three swishes I gave with my cracker And drove her straight down the High Street I handled my whip with good judgment Until I was up to her ways But the very first turn that I gave on the wheel I broke the main spring of her chaise When my mistress grew tired or grew weary She'd call me to stop for a rest She'd shout for her serving maid, Sally The girl that I loved second-best "Sally, we've got a good coachman He understands driving in style While the spring on the chaise is repairing I'll let him drive you for a while" |
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Printed in Peter Kennedy Folksongs of Britain and Ireland
Recorded by John and Tony
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