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Rh Just hear the bay horse

Whinin' in his stall,

Purrin' like a pussy cat

When he hears me call.

But if Squire's lawyer

Serves me with his writ,

I'll take the bay horse

To Marley gravel pit.

Over the quarry edge,

I'll sit him tight,

If he wants the brown hide,

He's welcome to the white!