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113 And while the pony moves his legs,

In Johnny's left hand you may see,

The green bough's motionless and dead:

The moon that shines above his head

Is not more still and mute than he.

His heart it was so full of glee,

That till full fifty yards were gone,

He quite forgot his holly whip,

And all his skill in horsemanship,

Oh! happy, happy, happy John.

And Betty's standing at the door,

And Betty's face with joy o'erflows,

Proud of herself, and proud of him,

She sees him in his travelling trim;

How quietly her Johnny goes.