Coordinate term: lamboys

Preaching in such an environment would seem to be easy, and Willimon could claim success by following the advice not to scare the horses.

But I’m oblig’d each day to roam Many a furlong from my home, And cry, good luck, whene’er I pick From off the ground a single stick; Or, in some long and rutty lane, I find by chance a single grain.

Can anyone tell me what happened to the Morning crew on GWR? I go away for a bit and when I come back there gone and replaced by a pair of wazzers!