The Coachman
Lyrics and music are traditional
Performed by Jessie Linder as "The Coachman's Whip" on Easy and Free

I once took a job as a coachman
Me money was paid in advance
I then took a trip down to London
From there I crossed over to France
There I met a charming young lady
Who addressed me and said with a smile,
"Young man, I'm in need of a coachman
To drive me in the old fashioned style."

Oh she was such a charming young lady
And a lady of highest renown
And I being a dashing young coachman
I drove her ten times 'round the town

She then took me down in the cellar
And filled me with whiskey so quick
I hadn't been there many moments
When she asked for a look at me whip
She held it, she viewed it a moment
And then laid it down with a smile
"Young man by the look and the length of your slash
You could drive the best part of ten miles."

She bid me get up to the chaise-box
So I climbed right up to the seat
Three swishes I gave with me cracker
And drove her straight down the high street
I handled my whip with good judgement
Until I was up to her ways
But the very first turn that I gave on the wheel
I broke the main spring on her chaise

When my mistress grew tired or grew weary
She called me to stop for a rest
Then she'd call for her serving maid, Sally
The girl that I loved second best
"Now, Sally we've got a good coachman
Who understands driving in style.
While the spring on me chaise is repairing
I'll let him drive you for a while."

Background by Daniel Womack: I haven't been able to find any background on where this song came from or when. Best guesses point to England, where the song is popular in pubs but the truth can really vary with these sorts. I did find a parody version of the song entitled "The Postman". Here are the lyrics for that:

I once found the truck of a postman
Who'd worked in the wake of the war.
I scavenged the gear and warm clothing
He never would need anymore.
I found that the folks I encountered
In each desolate region I crossed
Would treat me like I was a postman,
A symbol of all they had lost.

But the world hasn't seen any postmen
Not since the days of my youth!
How long can I pose as a postman
Before they discover the truth?

They gave me their letters to carry
They gave me their hopes and their dreams
Of a civilization restoring itself
And not ripping loose at the seams
As long as the role meant survival
I'd play it as long as I'd dare
The weight of the message they hoped I would bring
Grew more than I thought I could bear

They offered me trade goods as postage
Which I took, like the thief that I am
When mail flowed once more through the towns on my route,
They never suspected the sham
But lately I'm seeing rebuilding
In towns where I've conned a free meal
By building their hopes on my flimsy lies
They're tricked into making them real