Lady Howard (A Tale Of Dartmoor)

My lady has a sable coach

With wild horses four

And my lady has a baying hound

That runneth on before

My lady’s coach has faded gilt

And the driver hides his head

And my lady’s face is the ashen white

Of one who long is dead

Now pray step in, my lady said

Now pray get in and ride

I thank thee, I would rather walk

Than gather by thy side

The coach it flies without a sound

Of hooves or turn of wheels

Like the clouds at night, in the pale moonlight

Along the carriage steals

Now pray step in, my lady said

Now prithee come to me

And she takes the baby from the crib

And sits it on her knee

I’d rather walk a hundred miles

And run by night and day

Than have that carriage wait for me

And hear my lady say

Now pray step in, my lady said

Now pray step in and ride

And deadly pale with wedded veil

She takes to her the bride

The coach it flies without a sound

Of hooves or turn of wheels

Like the clouds at night, in the pale moonlight

Along the carriage steals

Now pray step in, my lady said

There’s room for you I know

And she waved her hand and the coach did stand

Her lover in she drew

Now pray step in, and make no din

Step in with me to ride

There’s room I know by me for you

And all the world besides