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JOHNNY'S TEAM.
I think of all the galloping,
The trotting, fast and hard,
That I have seen in town or park,
On track or boulevard,
The trotting, fast and hard,
That I have seen in town or park,
On track or boulevard,
No horses ever pawed the air,
Or plunged about and ran,
Taking the bit between their teeth,
As those of Johnny's can.
Or plunged about and ran,
Taking the bit between their teeth,
As those of Johnny's can.
What color are they? sorrel? roan?
Chestnut, or dapple grey?
Excuse me, but 'tis difficult
To know just what to say.
Chestnut, or dapple grey?
Excuse me, but 'tis difficult
To know just what to say.
I'm not enough a horseman to
Have learned their phrases yet;
But one, I think, is yellow blonde,
The other a brunette.
Have learned their phrases yet;
But one, I think, is yellow blonde,
The other a brunette.
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Where is their stable? do they have
A manger and a stall?
One has his room with Johnny, one
Rooms just across the hall.
A manger and a stall?
One has his room with Johnny, one
Rooms just across the hall.
They're not such very patient steeds,
For both are apt to cry;
I heard them, too, today at lunch,
Quarrel about their pie.
For both are apt to cry;
I heard them, too, today at lunch,
Quarrel about their pie.
But still, they're very spirited,
To neigh and prance and run,
And make for Johnny, when he drives,
Plenty of work and fun.
To neigh and prance and run,
And make for Johnny, when he drives,
Plenty of work and fun.
October 16th, 1881.
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