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Hark! hark! the dogs do bark, The Beggars are coming to town. Some in rags & some in jag's And some in velvet gowns.

I had a little pony They called it Dapple Gray, I lent it to a lady To ride a mile away. She whipped it, she slashed it, She drove it through the mire. I will not lend my pony more, For all the ladies' hire.

John Smith, fellow fine, Can you shoe this horse o' mine? Yes, indeed, and that I can As well as any man! There's a nail upon the tae, &c To make the powny speel the brae; There's a nail and there's a brod —a horse weel shod.