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Original poems : for good children
OH ! thank you, good Dobbin, you've been a Ioi:g 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 darlihgwith speed.
The howling wind blew, end the pelting rain beat, And the thick mud has cover'd his legs and his feet, J3ul yet on he gallop'd in spite of the rain, And has brought papa home to his darling again.
The #un it was petting 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 £jo to the stable, the night is so raw,
Go, Dobbin, and rest your old bones on the ptraw ;
Don't stand any longer out here in the rain,
For you've brought papa -home to his darling again.
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