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Blanche Fisher Wright

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Dapple-Gray

I had a little pony,

His name was Dapple-Gray,

I lent him to a lady,

To ride a mile away.

She whipped him, she slashed him,

She rode him through the mire;

I would not lend my pony now

For all the lady's hire.