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THE MUSIC OF THE WHEEL. 



Come and listen to my song, 



I've a voice both sweet and strong, 



All the glories of the road I can reveal ; 

 When the coach is on its way, 

 Oh ! I doubt not you will say 



There's a merry merry music in the wheel. 



Round and round 1 go, and hum 



Like an ever-rolling drum, 

 Rolling out of mighty London in the morn ; 



And the guard, whose note is clear, 



Joins in gladly from the rear, 

 With a tune that makes you tingle from his horn. 



Let them go, my lads, Yo-ho ! 



Through the traffic to and fro ; 

 Turn the corner, she can take it like an eel ; 



See the policeman lets you by. 



With a game look in his eye, 

 For he likes the merry music of the wheel. 



