The Coaches Overthrow.
OR,
A Joviall Exaltation of divers Tradesmen, and others,
for the suppression of troublesome Hackney Coaches.
To the tune of, Old King Harry.
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AS I passd by this other day,
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where Sacke and Clarret spring;
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I heard a mad crew by the way,
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that lowd did laugh and sing,
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High downe, dery dery downe,
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with the hackney Coaches downe;
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Tis cryd aloud
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They make such a Crowd,
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Men cannot passe the Towne.
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The Boyes that brew strong Ale, and care
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not how the world doth swing;
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So bonny, blith, and Joviall are,
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their lives are drinke and sing,
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Hey downe, dery dery downe,
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With the hackney Coaches downe,
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To make them roome,
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They may freely come,
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And liquor the thirsty Towne.
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The Collier hes a sack of mirth,
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and though as black as soote,
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Yet still he tunes, and whistles forth,
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And this is all the Note.
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Heigh downe, dery dery downe,
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With the hackney Coaches downe:
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They long made fooles
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Of poore Carry-coales,
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But now must leave the towne.
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The Carriers of every Shire,
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are as from cares immune:
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So Joviall is this packe-horse Quire,
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and this is all their tune.
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Hey downe, dery dery downe,
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With the hackney Coaches downe,
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Farewell, adew,
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To the Jumping Crew,
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For they must leave the towne.
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Although the Carman had a cold,
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he streind his March-bird voice,
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And with the best a part did hold
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to sing and to rejoyce.
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Heigh downe, dery dery downe,
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with the hackney Coaches downe:
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The Carmens Cars,
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And the Merchants Wares
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May passe along the towne.
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The very Slugs did pipe for Joy,
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that Coachmen hence should hye,
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And that the Coaches must away
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a mellowing up to lye.
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Hey downe, dery dery downe,
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With the hackney Coach-men downe,
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Passe they their scope,
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As round as a rope,
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Weel Jogge them forth of towne.
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Permonters, and the Informes,
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that oft offences hatch;
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In all our times the Money-wormes,
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and they are for the catch.
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Heigh downe, dery dery downe,
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With the hackney Coaches downe,
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For these Restraints,
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Will with Complaints,
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[Fill all the noisy towne.]
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The second part To the same tune.
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THe world no more shall run on wheels,
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with Coach-men ast has done;
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But they must take them to their heeles,
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and try how they can run.
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Heigh downe, dery dery downe,
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with the Hackney Coaches downe:
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Wee thought theyd burst,
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Their Pride since first
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Swelld so within the Towne.
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The Sedan does (like Atlas) hope
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to carry heaven pick-pack:
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And likewise since he has such scope
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to beare the Towne ats back.
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Heigh downe, dery dery downe,
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with the Hackney Coach-men downe:
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Arise Sedan,
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Thou shalt be the Man
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To beare us about the Towne.
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I love Sedans cause they doe plod,
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and amble every where,
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Which Prancers are with Leather shod,
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and neere disturbe the eare.
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Heigh downe, dery dery downe,
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with the Hackney Coaches downe:
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Their Jumpings make
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The Pavement shake,
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Their noyse doth mad the Towne.
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The Elder Brother shall take place,
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the Youngest Brother rise:
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The middle Brothers out of grace,
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and every Tradesman cryes.
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Heigh downe, dery dery downe,
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with the Hackney Coaches downe,
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Twould save much hurt,
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Spare dust, and durt,
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Were they cleane out of Towne.
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The Sick, the Weake, the Lame also,
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a Coach for ease might beg:
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When they on foot might lightly goe,
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that are as Rights my Leg.
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Heigh down[e, dery dery] downe,
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with the hackney Coaches downe:
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Lets foot it out,
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Ere the yeare comes about,
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Twill save us many a Crowne.
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What though we trip ore boots and shoes,
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twill ease the prise of Leather:
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We shall get twice, what once we loose,
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when they doe fall together.
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Heigh downe, dery dery downe,
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with the hackney Coaches downe;
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Though one Trade fall,
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Yet in generall,
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Tis a good to all the Towne.
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Tis an undoing unto none
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that a Profession use:
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Tis good for all, not hurt to one,
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considering the abuse.
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Then heigh downe, dery dery downe,
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with the hackney Coaches downe:
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Tis so Decreed
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By a Royall Deed,
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To maket a happy Towne.
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Coach-makers may use many Trades,
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and get enough of meanes:
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And Coach-men may turne off their Jades,
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and helps to draine the Fens.
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Heigh downe, dery dery downe,
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with the hackney Coaches downe:
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The Sythe, and Flayle,
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Cart, and Plow-tayle
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Doe want them out of Towne.
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But to conclude, tis true, I heare
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theyl soone be out of Fashion,
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Tis thought, they very likely are
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to have a long Vacation.
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Heigh downe, dery dery downe,
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with the hackney Coaches downe:
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Their Termes neere done,
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And shall be begun
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No more in London Towne.
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