Erin Dougal Bags
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Description: My Lovely Horse, Running through the field, Where are you going, With your fetlocks blowing, In the wind. I want to shower you with sugar lumps, And ride you over fences, I want to polish your hooves every single day, And bring you to the horse dentist. My lovely horse, You’re a pony no more, Running around, With a man on your back, Like a train in the night, Like a train in the night!
