The Little Black Foal

Oh little coal-black foal, little mole-black foal, I know your trot-trot
I've heard it such a lot-lot
Let me guess who you've got-got on your
Low little coal-black back, little mole-black back, oh so black back today
Clip-a-clopping this way, tail swinging
Are you coming to stay, are you bringing...

The girl who lives down the lane, she said she'd see me again
Is it her out there, with the bluebell eyes and the buttercup hair, or...

Is it his worship the Mayor, her father
With his brand new jodhpurs and his little hunting cap
Off to a meeting of the rural district council
Where they'll all talk a load of clap-trap

Oh little coal-black foal, little mole-black foal, I know your trot-trot
I've heard it such a lot-lot
Let me guess who you've got-got on your
Low little coal-black back, little mole-black back, oh so black back today
Clip-a-clopping this way, tail swinging
Are you coming to stay, are you bringing...

The girl who lives down the lane, with the pert little bottom and the silky skin
If it's the same, I'll invite her in, or...

Is it her mother with the huge hindquarters
Which she's tried disguising at considerable expense
Off to dig the dirt with the local ladies
Well, it's all a load of stuff and nonsense

Oh little coal-black foal, little mole-black foal, I know your trot-trot
I've heard it such a lot-lot
Let me guess who you've got-got on your
Low little coal-black back, little mole-black back, oh so black back today
Clip-a-clopping this way, tail swinging
Are you coming to stay, are you bringing...

The girl who lives down the lane, I can't remember her name, I only met her last night
With breasts like apples, and her arms are white, or...

Is it that big bad bastard her brother
With the swanky jacket and the handlebar moustache
Thinking of his drinking and how good he is with women
Well it's all a load of balderdash

Oh little coal-black foal, little mole-black foal, I know your trot-trot
I've heard it such a lot-lot
Let me guess who you've got-got on your
Low little coal-black back, little mole-black back, oh,so black back today
Clip-a-clopping this way, tail swinging
Are you coming to stay, are you bringing...

The girl who lives down the lane, with the delicate neck and the dreamy brow
And the pouting little belly, is that her now?
I hope it is
I hope it is
I hope it is