Dapple-Gray



Dapple-Gray :




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.



























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