Fine Bay Pony

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