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The poor horse took fright, around the paddock he did fly,
All around ran for cover, to be near the Sulky one could die,
At last the pony saw an opening, on the road he did go,
Full gallop now around the block, his mane in full flow
Andy picked himself up from the ground, and called to all around
“Were got to catch me pony boy, or they’ll put him in the pound”