I looked through the 1860's window pane I see coaches and horses moving round in the slashing rain No fun Coaches and horses moving around Coaches and horses moving around
I go down and swear in every inn I need to enter no service for you I swear The coaches and horses move around I followed it into the lake for delivery Coaches and horses had their plumes on again They say you can't come in, your coat infused I swear to you every inn I enter refused Yhey say no chemicals have been invented yet In the 1860's again