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Paul Laurence Dunbar - Riding To TownPaul 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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