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The quality folk went riding by, / All in a coach and four, / And pretty Annette, in a calico gown / (Bringing her marketing things from town), / Stopped short with her Sunday store, / And wondered if ever it should betide / That she in a long plumed hat would ride / Away in a coach and four.
A lord there was, oh a lonely soul, / There in the coach and four. / His years were young but his heart was old, / And he hated his coaches and hated his gold / (Those things which we all adore). / And he thought how sweet it would be to trudge / Along with the fair little country drudge, / And away from his coach and four.