I had a little hobby-horse, And it was dapple grey. Its head was made of pea-straw; Its tail was made of hay. I sold it to an old woman For a copper groat; And I'll not sing my song again Without a new coat. |
I had a little hobby horse, It was well shod, It carried me to London, Niddery nod, And when we got to London We heard a great shout, Down fell my hobby horse And I cried out: Up again, hobby horse, If thou be a beast, When we get to our town We will have a feast, And if there is but little, Why thou shalt have some, And dance to the bag-pipes And beating of the drum. |
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