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His good brown horse drew wagon bright,
  In which was room enough,
For better far than chaises light
  Are these when roads are rough.

The good horse trotted with his load,—
  The whip he did not need,
And o'er the high and rugged road
  Our travellers bore with speed.

I cannot tell each charming sight
  That on the dear boy's view
Arose to fill him with delight,
  For all to him was new.

Here swam a flock of gabbling geese
  In waters bright and still,
Nor did the sheep the gambols cease
  About the verdant hill.

The cattle from their grassy meal
  Raised up a heavy eye,
And many a pig sent forth its squeal
  As rolled the wagon by.

And now the house appear'd in view
  That they should tarry in,—
Then barking out the house-dog flew
  And out came all their kin.