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A COUNTRY DRIVE. 



A COUNTRY DRIVE. 



Put the rein at cheek and let her 



Go ; now steady, do not fret her. 

 Take the sheet from off her quarter, she is all alive to-day. 



Yes, we know the way to travel 



As we glide along the gravel, 

 When the dark grey mare is stepping, stepping, stepping all 

 the way. 



See, her silver mane is flowing 

 And her glossy coat is glowing, 

 Glowing, glowing in the sunlight as it streams across the 

 vale. 



