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"



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"



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Printed in Peter Kennedy Folksongs of Britain and Ireland

Recorded by John and Tony

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