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Paul Laurence Dunbar - Riding To Town
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WHEN labor is light and the morning is fair,
I find it a pleasure beyond all compare
To hitch up my nag and go hurrying down
And take Katie May for a ride into town;
For bumpety-bump goes the wagon,
But tra-la-la-la our lay.
There`s joy in a song as we rattle along
In the light of the glorious day.
A coach would be fine, but a spring wagon`s good;
My jeans are a match for Kate`s gingham and hood;
The hills take us up and the vales take us down,
But what matters that? we are tiding to town,
And bumpety-bump goes the wagon,
But tra-la-la-la sing we.
There`s never a care may live in the air
That is filled with the breath of our glee.
And after we`ve started, there`s naught can repress
The thrill of our hearts in their wild happiness;
The heavens may smile or the heavens may frown,
And it`s all one to us when we`re riding to town.
For bumpety-bump goes the wagon,
But tra-la-la-la we shout,
For our hearts they are clear and there`s nothing to fear,
And we`ve never a pain nor a doubt.
The wagon is weak and the roadway is rough,
And tho` it is long it is not long enough,
For mid all my ecstasies this is the crown
To sit beside Katie and ride into town,
When bumpety-bump goes the wagon,
But tra-la-la-la our song;
And if I had my way, I`d be willing to pay
If the road could be made twice as long.
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