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Words & Music: Jake Thackray Click here to download guitar tab It was a fine bay pony, One of the north country kind, With the bright blue trap going clippety-clappety, Happily rattling behind his Delicate little haunches. She cried, oh! how she cried, Leaning her head against the window pane, Watching, day after day, Awaiting some glimpse Of him slowly climbing up The lane between the stony Walls that always lay between them. It was a fine bay pony, One of the north country kind, With the bright blue trap going clippety-clappety, Happily rattling behind his Dancing little hoof steps. She cried, oh! how she cried unbelievingly, Holding her hands to her cheekbones, When she saw him one day Winding up the dale. She went running down the yard And out into the field With opening arms for him to enter. It was a fine bay pony, One of the north country kind, With the bright blue trap going clippety-clappety, Happily rattling behind his Dainty little fetlocks. It was a fine bay pony, One of the north country kind, With the bright blue trap going clippety-clappety, Happily rattling behind his Homecoming clip-a-clop. Click here to download guitar tab |