Up and away! now up and away!
We've a good long journey before us to-day.
The road is smooth, and the sky is bright:
Whoa, now! My darling, hold on tight!
There's joy in the saddle. We'll scour the plain
With a gentle trot and an easy rein;
And, as we journey the way along,
I'll sing my darling a trotting song.
Up and down!
Up and down!
And over the hills to Sleepy Town!
Fast or slow,
Soon, we know,
Into the land of nod we'll go.
Oh, dear me!
Right off my knee,
Into a hollow I didn't see;
And baby small,
On steed so tall,
Came near getting a horrid fall.
She's not afraid,
My little maid,
Too oft on her that trick is played;
And good is she
As good can be,
If I'll only trot her upon my knee.
Over she goes!
But don't suppose
I'll let her tumble upon her nose,
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!