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128 A thought it come into her head;

"The pony he is mild and good,

"And we have always used him well;

"Perhaps he's gone along the dell,

"And carried Johnny to the wood."

Then up she springs as if on wings;

She thinks no more of deadly sin;

If Betty fifty ponds should see,

The last of all her thoughts would be,

To drown herself therein.

Oh reader! now that I might tell

What Johnny and his horse are doing!

What they've been doing all this time,

Oh could I put it into rhyme,

A most delightful tale pursuing!