CRACK YOUR WHIP (BRISTOL MAIL) by Keith Marsden

All you that serve a master hard and work to no avail,
Come live with me the life that's free and ride the Bristol Mail,

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It's crack your whip and rouse your team and make the wheels to roll,
By Severn tide and Avon side where the bells do sweetly toll.

CHORUS.

We've carpenter and lady's maid, a captain and his love,
And Tom and Dick do guard them all and they do ride above.

CHORUS.

And at the inn we rest the team when they can go on more,
And them with gold sleep on fine sheets and poor folk on the floor.

CHORUS.

What care we for the bold footpads who'd rob the likes of us,
When Tom he has his pistols two and Dick hid blunderbuss.

CHORUS.

That' as printed in Picking Sooty Blackberries.

Brian

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