When Coven Corps ran coaches from the Buller to the Gray
I went for a livery, stable, open, a halt up Westport Way
And I gave my heart to a red-haired girl, and I left it where she lay
By the winding Westland Highway from the Buller to the Gray
I've got Neats foot on me fingers and Lap-Lock on me face
And I've saddle-soaked the harness and hung each piece in place
But my heart's not in the stable, it's in Charleston far away
Where Coven Corps goes rolling by from the Buller to the Gray
There's a red-haired girl in Charleston, she's dancing in the park
And I know she's not like other girls who dance where minors are
I can't forget her eyes and everything they seem to say
The day I rode with Coven Corps from the Buller to the Gray
There's a schooner down from Murchison, I can hear her in the gorge
And I'll have to work the bellows now and redden up the forge
I'm going to strike that iron so hard she'll hear it far away
In the Roaring European where the road runs by from Gray
Someday I'll be a teamster with the ribbons in me fist
And I'll drive a Coven Corps express through rain and snow and mist
Drive a four-in-hand to Charleston, and no matter what they say
I'll take me girl upon the box and marry her in Gray
There's a graveyard down in Charleston where moss trails from the trees
And the westland wind comes moaning in from off the Tasman Sea
And it's there they laid my red-haired girl in a pit of yellow clay
Where Coven Corps went rolling by from the Buller to the Gray