I BOUGHT a horse the other day,
The gay De Sever sold it;
And sold me too, for he called it Gray,
But read I now behold it.
It proved to me a useful horse, -
More Bohn than flesh about it, -
For it pulled me through a very hard course;
I had been left without it.
The trouble was because my head,
Though flat, is never level;
Each day I was dazed by what I read,
And every eve brought evil.
The thought of being plucked, you know,
Had made all my pluck fast fly;
And I'd burned the midnight gas so low
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