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GOOD DOBBIN. |
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Oh ! thank you, good Dobbin, you 've been a long track, And have carried papa all the way on your back; You shall have some nice oats, faithful Dobbin, indeed, For you 've brought papa home to his darling with speed.
The howling wind blew, and the pelting rain beat, And the thick mud has covered his legs and his feet, But yet on he galloped in spite of the rain, And has brought papa home to his darling again.
The sun it was setting a long while ago, And papa could not see the road where he should go, But Dobbin kept on through the desolate wild, And has brought papa home again safe to his child.
Now go to the stable, the night is so raw,
Go, Dobbin, and rest your old bones on the straw;
Don't stand any longer out here in the rain,
For you've brought papa home to his darling again.
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