The Coachman

The sybolism of the coachman's "whip" is rarely lost on listeners. The song is traditional and a popular one in English folk clubs.

I once took a job as a coachman
My money was paid in advance
So I traveled first down to Dover
And then I crossed over to France
I was met by a charming young lady
Who clothed me in breeches so tight
Said, I see I have got a fine coachman
To drive me by day and by night:
          She was such a charming young lady
          All in the height of her bloom
          And me being a dashing young coachman
          I drove her ten times 'round the room

She first took me down to the cellar
And filled me with liquor so quick
She told me to drink in a hurry
Then she asked for a look at my whip
She held it, viewed it a moment
And then laid it down with a smile
Said, I can see by the length and the look of your slash
You can drive in the old-fashioned style:

She bade me get into position
So I climbed right in to the seat
Three swishes I gave with my cracker
And drove her right down the High Street
I handled my whip with good judgment
Until I was sure of her ways
But the very first tug that I gave on the brakes
I broke the main spring of her stays:

When my mistress grew tired or grew weary
And wanted to take a short rest
She'd call for her servant maid, Sally
She'd say, Sally, we've got a fine coachman
He understands driving in style
While the spring on my chassis's being strengthened again
I'll let him drive you for a while:

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