A Cotswold Village by J. Arthur Gibbs
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I've braved the storm for many a day,
And can do so again." (_Chorus_.) "Crack, crack, goes my whip, I whistle and I sing, I sits upon my waggon, I'm as happy as a king. My horse is always willing; As for me, I'm never sad: There's none can lead a jollier life Than Jim, the carter lad." "My father was a carrier Many years ere I was born, And used to rise at daybreak And go his rounds each morn. He often took me with him, Especially in the spring. I loved to sit upon the cart And hear my father sing. Crack, crack, etc." "I never think of politics Or anything so great; I care not for their high-bred talk About the Church and State. I act aright to man and man, And that's what makes me glad; |
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