I had a little pony,
His name was Dapple-grey,
I lent him to a lady,
To ride a mile away.
She shipped him; she lashed him,
She rode him through the mire;
I would not lend my pony now,
For all a lady’s hire.
I had a little pony,
His name was Dapple-grey,
I lent him to a lady,
To ride a mile away.
She shipped him; she lashed him,
She rode him through the mire;
I would not lend my pony now,
For all a lady’s hire.
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