I had a little hobby horse.

It was well shod.

It carried me to London,

Niddety nod,


And when we got to London

We heard a great shout.

Down fell my hobby horse

And I cried out:


“Up again, hobby horse,

If thou be a beast.

When we get to our town

We will have a feast.


And if there is but little,

Why, thou shalt have some,

And dance to the bag-pipes

And beating of the drum.


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