LADY HOWARD’S COACH
S. Baring-Gould, A Book of Folk-Lore, p. 67.
The wagon of the Ankou is like the death-coach that one hears of in Devon and in Wales. It is all black, with black horses drawing it, driven by a headless coachman. A black hound runs before it, and within sits a lady—in the neighbourhood of Okehampton and Tavistock she is supposed to be a certain Lady Howard, but she is assuredly an impersonification of Death, for the coach halts to pick up the spirits of the dying.
Now pray step in! my lady saith;Now pray step in and ride.
I thank thee, I had rather walkThan gather to thy side.
The wheels go round without a soundOr tramp or turn of wheels.
As cloud at night, in pale moonlight,Along the carriage steals.
I’d rather walk a hundred ...