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Rh SEE, see! what shall I see? A horse's head where his tail should be.

I HAD a little pony, His name was Dapple-gray, I lent him to a lady, To ride a mile away;



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.

I LOST my mare in Lincoln Lane, And couldn't tell where to find her, Till she came home both lame and blind, With never a tail behind her.