HUNTING SONGS 



A Lo7icio7i ^Ballad 



SHOWING HOW CABBY LOST HIS KEEPSAKE 



A JOLLY young cabman, one noon in Pall Mall, 

 As I jauntingly plied, looking out for a Swell, 

 A sweet voice said timidly, " What is your fare 

 To carry me, cabman, to Euston Square ? " 



I answer'd, " Ere maiden so comely and neat 

 Should be soil'd in her dress or be wet in her feet, 

 I would drive you, though more than a bob is my 



fare — 

 I would drive you for nothing to Euston Square ! " 



When the maid and her bandbox were seated inside. 

 To look down the peephole I open'd it wide, 

 And I felt as she turn'd her fair face to my view, 

 I instead of one Hansom was now driving two. 



Then I tenderly touch'd to make pleasant the ride, 

 With the point of my whip the bay mare on her 



side ; 

 My mare on her mettle was up to the trick. 

 And my heart as she trotted beat time double quick. 



Hammer-cloth coachmen with nosegays on breast, 

 With dames in their carriages gorgeously drest. 

 Four-in-hand dragsmen with elbows set square. 

 As we met how they envied the cabman his fare. 

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