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There was not erows and houses and fields as we

jolted slowly on Once we met what Ike called the "padrole," and the

cloak and with the scabbard of his sabre

peeping froe; but he

was not too iht

We had passed the horse-patrol about a quarter of a , or rather howling: "I've been to Paris and I've been to Dover"

This was repeated over and over again, and seemed as we sat there under

our basket canopy to co of the cart and the grinding of wheels and the horse's tra vehicle, and there it went on: "I've been to Paris and I've been to Dover"

But the singer pronounced it Do-ho-ver; and then it went on over and

over again

"Yes," said Ike, as if he had been talking about soahwaymen's This used to be one of their fav'rite spots, from here

away to Hounslow Heath There was plenty of 'e horses and their pistols, and their `stand and deliver'

to the coach passengers Now you couldn't find a highwayman for love or

lass case"

"I've been to Paris and I've been to Dover"

"I wish you'd stopped there," said Ike, in a gru voice "Ah,

those used to be days That's where Dick Turpin used to go, you know--

Hounslow Heath"