Ballads for little folk . DAPPLEDUN. A little boy who, strange to say,Was called by the name of John, Once bought himself a little horseTo ride behind, and upon. A handsomer beast you never saw,He was so sleek and fat ; He has but a single fault, said John, And a trifling one at that. His mane and tail grew thick and long,He was quick to trot or run ; His coat was yellow, flecked with brown;John called him Dappledun. He never kicked and never bit ; In harness well he drew ;But this was the single foolish thing That Dappledun would do. He ran in clover up to his knees,His trough was filled with
Ballads for little folk . DAPPLEDUN. A little boy who, strange to say,Was called by the name of John, Once bought himself a little horseTo ride behind, and upon. A handsomer beast you never saw,He was so sleek and fat ; He has but a single fault, said John, And a trifling one at that. His mane and tail grew thick and long,He was quick to trot or run ; His coat was yellow, flecked with brown;John called him Dappledun. He never kicked and never bit ; In harness well he drew ;But this was the single foolish thing That Dappledun would do. He ran in clover up to his knees,His trough was filled with stuff; Yet hed jump the neighbors fence, and actAs if he hadnt enough. Dappledun. 14 7 If he only could have been content With his feed of oats and hay,Poor headstrong, foolish Dappledun Had been alive to-day. But one night when his rack was filled With what he ought to eat,He thrust his nose out of his stall, And into a bin of wheat. And there he ate, and ate, and ate, And when he reached the tankWhere Johnny watered hi
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