DOBBIN'S COMPLAINT.
Reading edition
"My master, my master! why does he stay So long at the tavern across the way? I've waited and watched an hour and more, And there he stands at the tavern-door. "I've stamped my foot, and champed my bit; And this musty post, I've gnawed at it; I've pawed the ground, I've shaken my mane, And neighed and snorted again and again. "I'm tired and dusty and hungry too; I want my dinner! I'm getting blue! Its ten long miles we have yet to go, And that my master must surely know. "'Tis time for us to be on our way; I want my oats and my clover-hay; I want a roll on the smooth barn-floor. Ah! here comes master, I'll say no more!"
HELEN M. WHITNEY
