I had a little
pony,
His name was Dapple Gray.
I lent him to a lady
To ride a mile a way.
She whipped him, she slashed him,
She rode him through the mire :
I would not lend my pony now,
For all the lady's hire.
His name was Dapple Gray.
I lent him to a lady
To ride a mile a way.
She whipped him, she slashed him,
She rode him through the mire :
I would not lend my pony now,
For all the lady's hire.
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