The Coaches Overthrow. OR, A jovial Exaltation of diverse Tradesmen, and others, for the suppression of troublesome Hackney Coaches.  
To the tune of, Old King Harry.  

 

AS I passed by this other day,  
where Sack and Claret spring;  
I heard a mad crew by the way,  
that loud did laugh and sing,  

High down, dery dery down,  
with the hackney Coaches down;  
'tis cried aloud  
They make such a Crowd,  
Men cannot pass the Town.    

The Boys that brew strong Ale, and care  
not how the world doth swing;  
So bonny, blithe, and jovial are,  
their lives are drink and sing,  

hay down, dery dery down,  
With the hackney Coaches down,  
To make them room,  
They may freely come,  
And liquor the thirsty Town.    

The Collier he's a sack of mirth,  
and though as black as soot,  
Yet still he tunes, and whistles forth,  
And this is all the Note.  

Heigh down, dery dery down,  
With the hackney Coaches down:  
They long made fools  
Of poor Carry-coales,  
But now must leave the town.    

The Carriers of every Shire,  
are as from cares immune:  
So jovial is this pack horse Choir,  
and this is all their tune.  

hay down, dery dery down,  
With the hackney Coaches down,  
Farewell, adieu,  
To the jumping Crew,  
For they must leave the town.    

Although the Carman had a cold,  
he strained his March-bird voice,  
And with the best a part did hold  
to sing and to rejoice.  

Heigh down, dery dery down,  
with the hackney Coaches down:  
The carmen's Cars,  
And the Merchant's Wares  
May pass along the town.    

The very Sings did pipe for joy,  
that Coachmen hence should hie,  
And that the Coaches must away  
a mellowing up to lie.  

hay down, dery dery down,  
With the hackney Coachmen down,  
Pass they their scope,  
As round as a rope,  
we'll log them forth of town.    

Permonters, and the Informs,  
that oft offences hatch;  
In all our times the Money-wormes,  
and they are for the catch.  

Heigh down, dery dery down,  
With the hackney Coaches down,  
For these Restraints,  
Will with Complaints.  
    

The second part  
To the same tune.  
 

THe world no more shall run on whéels,  
with Coachmen as't has done;  
But they must take them to their heels,  
and try how they can run.  

Heigh down, dery dery down,  
with the Hackney Coaches down:  
We thought they'd burst,  
Their Pride since first  
Swelled so within the Town.    

The Sedan does (like Atlas) hope  
to carry heaven pick-pack:  
And likewise since he has such scope  
to bear the Town at's back.  

Heigh down, dery dery down,  
with the Hackney Coachmen down:  
Arise Sedan,  
Thou shalt be the Man  
To bear us about the Town.    

I love Sedans cause they do plod,  
and amble every where,  
Which Prancers are with Leather shod,  
and near disturb the ear.  

Heigh down, dery dery down,  
with the Hackney Coaches down:  
Their jumping make  
The Pavement shake,  
Their noise doth mad the Town.    

The Elder Brother shall take place,  
the Youngest Brother rise:  
The middle Brothers out of grace,  
and every Tradesman cries.  

Heigh down, dery dery down,  
with the Hackney Coaches down,  
'Twould save much dirt,  
Spare dust, and dirt,  
Were they clean out of Town.    

The Sick, the Weak, the Lame also,  
a Coach for ease might beg:  
When they on foot might lightly go,  
that are as Right's my Leg.  

Heigh down 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 down▪  
with the hackney Coaches down:  
Let's foot it out,  
Ere the year comes about,  
'twill save us many a Crown.    

What though we trip over boots and shoes,  
'twill ease the prize of Leather:  
We shall get twice, what once we loose,  
when they do fall together.  

Heigh down, dery dery down,  
with the hackney Coaches down;  
Though one Trade fall,  
Yet in general,  
'tis a good to all the Town.    

'tis an undoing unto none  
that a Profession use:  
Tts good for all, not hurt to one,  
considering the abuse.  

Then heigh down, dery dery down,  
with the hackney Coaches down:  
'tis so Decreed  
By a Royal Deed,  
To make't a happy Town.    

Coach-makers may use many Trades,  
and get enough of means:  
And Coachmen may turn off their jades,  
and help to drain the Fens.  

Heigh down, dery dery down,  
with the hackney Coaches down:  
The Sith, and Flail,  
Cart, and Plow-tayle  
Do want them out of Town.    

But to conclude, 'tis true, I hear  
they'll soon be out of Fashion,  
'tis thought, they very likely are  
to have a long Vacation.  

Heigh down, dery dery down,  
with the hackney Coaches down:  
Their Terms near done,  
And shall be begun  
No more in London Town.     
FINIS.   

London Printed for Francis 〈◊〉