BY COACH.
We’re traveling hard and fast to-day,—Jimmy and Alice and me—Bowling along on the Shining Way,With a royal coach and three.We laugh at the folk who are passing by,Dragging their weary feetDeep in the dust that our whizzing wheelsHave raised in the flying street.Fields and forests flit out of sight;And if all goes just as we plannedWe’ll travel on till we reach the barsAt the entrance to Fairy Land.And what is the coach on our lordly quest?And where are the foaming three?Why, the coach is the dump-cart, and the rest—Just Jimmy and Alice and me.
We’re traveling hard and fast to-day,—Jimmy and Alice and me—Bowling along on the Shining Way,With a royal coach and three.We laugh at the folk who are passing by,Dragging their weary feetDeep in the dust that our whizzing wheelsHave raised in the flying street.Fields and forests flit out of sight;And if all goes just as we plannedWe’ll travel on till we reach the barsAt the entrance to Fairy Land.And what is the coach on our lordly quest?And where are the foaming three?Why, the coach is the dump-cart, and the rest—Just Jimmy and Alice and me.
We’re traveling hard and fast to-day,—Jimmy and Alice and me—Bowling along on the Shining Way,With a royal coach and three.
We’re traveling hard and fast to-day,—
Jimmy and Alice and me—
Bowling along on the Shining Way,
With a royal coach and three.
We laugh at the folk who are passing by,Dragging their weary feetDeep in the dust that our whizzing wheelsHave raised in the flying street.
We laugh at the folk who are passing by,
Dragging their weary feet
Deep in the dust that our whizzing wheels
Have raised in the flying street.
Fields and forests flit out of sight;And if all goes just as we plannedWe’ll travel on till we reach the barsAt the entrance to Fairy Land.
Fields and forests flit out of sight;
And if all goes just as we planned
We’ll travel on till we reach the bars
At the entrance to Fairy Land.
And what is the coach on our lordly quest?And where are the foaming three?Why, the coach is the dump-cart, and the rest—Just Jimmy and Alice and me.
And what is the coach on our lordly quest?
And where are the foaming three?
Why, the coach is the dump-cart, and the rest—
Just Jimmy and Alice and me.