The 'Bus, the 'Bus, the Omnibus! That welcomes all without a fuss; And wafts us on, with joyous sound, Through crowded streets on our busy round, Reckless of cold and gloomy skies, Or the driving storm as it downward hies; Stow'd snug in thee! stow'd snug in thee! I am where I would wish to be, While the rain above and the mud below Affect me not where'er I go -- Though the sleet and the slush be ankle deep, What matters? while I can ride so cheap! I love, oh how I love to ride In cosy converse, side by side, With some sweet sly enchanting one, Who lets her little 'larum run Till scarcely can the listener know If that or time more swiftly go! Henceforth I'll know the terrible bore Of "padding the hoof" no more, no more; But back to the seat I so oft have press'd I'll spring, to be wafted the while I rest: For thou, dear 'Bus, art a home to me, While I am snugly seated in thee. |