Coach and Horses

I looked through the 1860's window pane
I see coaches and horses moving round
in the slashing rain
No fun
Coaches and horses moving around
Coaches and horses moving around

I go down and swear in every inn
I need to enter no service for you
I swear
The coaches and horses move around
I followed it into the lake for delivery
Coaches and horses had their plumes on again
They say you can't come in, your coat infused
I swear to you every inn I enter refused
Yhey say no chemicals have been invented yet
In the 1860's again