My lovely horse,
Running through the field
Where are you going with your fetlocks blowing in the wind?
I want to shower you with sugar lumps,
And ride you over fences
Polish your hooves every single day
And take you to the horse dentist.
My lovely horse
You're a pony no more
Running around with the man on your back
Like a train in the night, yeah,
Like a train in the night.
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