Lyrics:
Trot fast my dapple gray
Spring over the ground
Like a hunting hound
For this is Thanksgiving Day
Over the river and through the wood
Now Grandmother's
her nimble-going brown
He's mounted the dapple-gray
And when they came to North Scotland
'Twas just three hours 'til day
"Light you down, light you
To tend your bleating sheep
Fair maid, I'll buy you a milk white steed
I'll buy you a dapple grey
And twenty pounds worth of premium bonds
If you'll let me
Trot fast my dapple grey!
Spring over the ground like a hunting hound,
For this is Thnaksgiving Day!
Trot fast my dapple grey!
Spring over the ground
Trot fast my dapple grey!
Spring over the ground like a hunting hound,
For this is Thnaksgiving Day!
Trot fast my dapple grey!
Spring over the ground
Over the river and through the woods
Trot fast, my dapple gray
Spring over the ground like hunting hounds
Upon this Christmas Day
Over the river
Hush-a-bye, don't you cry, go to sleep you little baby
When you wake you shall have all the pretty little horses
Dapples and greys, pintos and bays,
ringing ting-a-ling-ling
For it is Christmas Day
Over the river and through the woods
Trot fast my dapple gray
Spring o'er the ground just iike
Hush-a-bye, don't you cry
Go to sleep you little baby
When you wake, you shall have
All the pretty little horses
Blacks and bays, dapples and greys
have cake
cnd all the pretty little horses
Blacks and bays, dapples and greys
c coach and six white horses
Blacks and bays, dapples and greys
cll
little horsies
Blacks and bays
Dapples and greys
All the pretty little horsies
Way down yonder
In the meadow
Lies a poor little lamby
Bees
her on a milk white steed
Himself on a dapple grey
And he's made her a lady of as much land
As she could ride in a long summers day
thing, is crying mami.
Bees and the butterflies picking out his eyes,
Poor little baby crying mami
Blacks and Beys, dapples and greys,
All the pretty
be late
Dapple grey you will find a spirit of a like mind
On the path less trodden
Curious things are found
Live a life nomadic
Horseshoes
dapple gray
Spring over the ground
Like a hunting hound
For this is Thanksgiving Day
Over the river and through the woods
And straight through
Hush-a-by, Don't you cry,
Go to sleep, my little baby.
When you wake, You shall have
all the pretty little horses.
Dapples and Greys, Pintos
Hush-a-bye, don't you cry
Go to sleepy little baby
When you wake, you shall have
All the pretty little horses
Blacks and bays, dapples and greys
Wild winds wail
All along, along, along The Colorado trail
Saddle up my dapple-gray sky still red with dawn Keep a steady pace all day Singing my sweet
himself on a dapple grey.
He has made her the lady of as much land
cs she shall ride on a warm summer's day.
the lord of the land!
And he lifted her on a milk-white steed
And himself on a dapple grey
He has made her the lady of as much land
As she shall ride
Blacks and bays
Dapples and greys
Coach and six-a-little horses
Hush now bye, don't you cry
Go to sleep my little baby
When you wake you shall have
All the pretty little horses
Blacks and bays, dapples and greys
dapple gray
Spring over the ground just like a hound
For this is Cryptid
Sliver cats, sliver cats
It's cryptid-time in the forest
Ring-a-ling, see them
a flicker of his fingers
"Hey, appaloosa. You're a flicker of birds. Hey palomino. You're looking like Abraham. Hey, dapple gray. You're breaking up against
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