Way ng the
With his clinking hoofs resounding,
We have a little pony, and we call him Dapple Gray,
And in our little carriage we drive out every day;
How our happy hearts are bounding,
Walk
And his clatter, clatter, clatter, all the way.
King, awer
aboard
They give our horsie water and they give our horsie ay,
And they give our horsie oats for his breakfast every day;
When clinking hoofs are ringing,
And our happy voices singing,
Then we clatter, clatter, clatter, all the
way.​