The last stagecoach traveled over the Gotthardpass in the Swiss Alps in 1881, steered by Alois Zgraggen. There's a song about him that ends with:

Now I no longer travel southward,

and I pray to God: My Lord, grant me rest soon,

I’m no good for anything here anymore,

so if you would be merciful to me, let me soon pass through Heaven’s gate.

I’m no good for anything here anymore, so if you would be merciful to me,

let me soon pass through Heaven’s gate.

Then, when you call,

O God, I’ll sing merrily atop the wagon seat:

“Giddy-up, my Liesel, gently now, at an easy pace!”