THE FAMILY DRIVE.

"Heigh, ho!"

Like the wind we go,

For a family drive to Jericho;

The horses dance

And prink and prance,

But who is afraid of the horses, O?

"Heigh, ho!"

O, the daisies grow

Along the wayside to Jericho;

But the horses run

And spoil our fun,

And we cannot pick us a daisy, O.

"Whoa! whoa!!"

Won't you please go slow?

We are going home from Jericho;

All danger past,

We are home at last,

Without a tip or a tumble, O.