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123 "Or him that wicked pony's carried

"To the dark cave, the goblins' hall,

"Or in the castle he's pursuing,

"Among the ghosts, his own undoing;

"Or playing with the waterfall."

At poor old Susan then she railed,

While to the town she posts away;

"If Susan had not been so ill,

"Alas! I should have had him still,

"My Johnny, till my dying day."

Poor Betty! in this sad distemper,

The doctor's self would hardly spare,

Unworthy things she talked and wild,

Even he, of cattle the most mild,

The pony had his share.