CONVEYANCING.

FOUR INSIDE.CONVEYANCING.

FOUR INSIDE.

OH, London is the place for allIn love with loco-motion!Still to and fro the people goLike billows of the ocean;Machine or man, or caravan,Can all be had for paying,When great estates, or heavy weights,Or bodies want conveying.There’s always hacks about in packs,Wherein you may be shaken,And Jarvis is not alwaysdrunk,Tho’ alwaysovertaken;In racing tricks he’ll never mix,His nags are in their last days,Andslowto go, altho’ they showAs if they had theirfast days!Then if you like a single horse,This age is quite acab-age,A car not quite so small and lightAs those of our QueenMabage;The horses have beenbroken well,All danger is rescinded,For some havebroken both their knees,And some arebroken winded.If you’ve a friend at Chelsea end,The stages are worth knowing—There is a sort, we call ’em short,Although the longest going—For some will stop at Hatchett’s shopTill you grow faint and sicky,Perched up behind, at last to findYour dinner is alldickey!Long stages run from every yard;But if you’re wise and frugal,You’ll never go with any GuardThat plays upon the bugle,“Ye banks and braes,” and other lays,And ditties everlasting,Like miners going all your way,Withboringand withblasting.Instead ofjourneys, people nowMay go upon aGurney,With steam to do the horses’ work,Bypowers of attorney;Tho’ with a load it may explode,And you may all beun-done!And find you’re goingup to Heav’n,Instead ofup to London!To speak of every kind of coach,It is not my intention;But there is still one vehicleDeserves a little mention;The world a sage has called a stage,With all its living lumber,And Malthus swears it always bearsAbove the proper number.The law will transfer house or landFor ever and a day hence,For lighter things, watch, brooches, rings,You’ll never want conveyance:Ho! stop the thief! my handkerchief!It is no sight for laughter—Away it goes, and leaves my noseTo join in running after.

OH, London is the place for all

In love with loco-motion!

Still to and fro the people go

Like billows of the ocean;

Machine or man, or caravan,

Can all be had for paying,

When great estates, or heavy weights,

Or bodies want conveying.

There’s always hacks about in packs,Wherein you may be shaken,And Jarvis is not alwaysdrunk,Tho’ alwaysovertaken;In racing tricks he’ll never mix,His nags are in their last days,Andslowto go, altho’ they showAs if they had theirfast days!

There’s always hacks about in packs,

Wherein you may be shaken,

And Jarvis is not alwaysdrunk,

Tho’ alwaysovertaken;

In racing tricks he’ll never mix,

His nags are in their last days,

Andslowto go, altho’ they show

As if they had theirfast days!

Then if you like a single horse,This age is quite acab-age,A car not quite so small and lightAs those of our QueenMabage;The horses have beenbroken well,All danger is rescinded,For some havebroken both their knees,And some arebroken winded.

Then if you like a single horse,

This age is quite acab-age,

A car not quite so small and light

As those of our QueenMabage;

The horses have beenbroken well,

All danger is rescinded,

For some havebroken both their knees,

And some arebroken winded.

If you’ve a friend at Chelsea end,The stages are worth knowing—There is a sort, we call ’em short,Although the longest going—For some will stop at Hatchett’s shopTill you grow faint and sicky,Perched up behind, at last to findYour dinner is alldickey!

If you’ve a friend at Chelsea end,

The stages are worth knowing—

There is a sort, we call ’em short,

Although the longest going—

For some will stop at Hatchett’s shop

Till you grow faint and sicky,

Perched up behind, at last to find

Your dinner is alldickey!

Long stages run from every yard;But if you’re wise and frugal,You’ll never go with any GuardThat plays upon the bugle,“Ye banks and braes,” and other lays,And ditties everlasting,Like miners going all your way,Withboringand withblasting.

Long stages run from every yard;

But if you’re wise and frugal,

You’ll never go with any Guard

That plays upon the bugle,

“Ye banks and braes,” and other lays,

And ditties everlasting,

Like miners going all your way,

Withboringand withblasting.

Instead ofjourneys, people nowMay go upon aGurney,With steam to do the horses’ work,Bypowers of attorney;Tho’ with a load it may explode,And you may all beun-done!And find you’re goingup to Heav’n,Instead ofup to London!

Instead ofjourneys, people now

May go upon aGurney,

With steam to do the horses’ work,

Bypowers of attorney;

Tho’ with a load it may explode,

And you may all beun-done!

And find you’re goingup to Heav’n,

Instead ofup to London!

To speak of every kind of coach,It is not my intention;But there is still one vehicleDeserves a little mention;The world a sage has called a stage,With all its living lumber,And Malthus swears it always bearsAbove the proper number.

To speak of every kind of coach,

It is not my intention;

But there is still one vehicle

Deserves a little mention;

The world a sage has called a stage,

With all its living lumber,

And Malthus swears it always bears

Above the proper number.

The law will transfer house or landFor ever and a day hence,For lighter things, watch, brooches, rings,You’ll never want conveyance:Ho! stop the thief! my handkerchief!It is no sight for laughter—Away it goes, and leaves my noseTo join in running after.

The law will transfer house or land

For ever and a day hence,

For lighter things, watch, brooches, rings,

You’ll never want conveyance:

Ho! stop the thief! my handkerchief!

It is no sight for laughter—

Away it goes, and leaves my nose

To join in running after.

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