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Swing your leaders round the van ; 



Can you clear it ? Yes, you can ; 

 Keep your wheeler off the lamp post as you drive. 



Out again, away, away, 



We are moving on to-day, 

 And the merry merry team are all alive. 



There's a mare before the bars 



That can go from here to Mars ; 

 Such blue roans you do not meet with every year. 



Those at wheel are such a match, 



All are funny ones to catch, 

 Quick as hounds that answer gamely to the cheer. 



Oh ! my word, they step and go, 

 Here we change, my lads, woa-ho ! 



There are three blood chesnuts waiting and a grey. 

 Put the grey at cheek and let 

 Out the chain, or he will fret. 



Are you ready, Bill ? let go, we cannot stay. 



Ever rolling, swift and strong, 



Still I revel in my song, 

 I can hear the chesnut champing at the steel ; 



She will never never dwell. 



For she knows the game so well, 

 When she hears the merry music of the wheel. 



