THE STEED
The milkman’s horse comes down the lane. All splashed with mud and wet with rain; But where we go, Rob Roy and I, However far, we’re always dry. The soldier’s horse goes out to war, But my horse rocks upon the floor Into the lands of peace, where tea Is ready in the nursery.
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Sun (Auckland), Volume 1, Issue 38, 7 May 1927, Page 25 (Supplement)
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56THE STEED Sun (Auckland), Volume 1, Issue 38, 7 May 1927, Page 25 (Supplement)
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