Or give a fright
To my darling bright,
Who laughs and frolics with such delight.
Whoa! now, whoa!
We must not go
So fast, my darling; for don't you know,
At such a pace,
So like a race,
We never shall come to a sleepy-place?
Trot, trot away,
And tell me, pray,
How many miles we have gone to-day?
Up and down!
Up and down!
And over the hills to Sleepy Town!