There was a little nobby colt,
His name was Nobby Gray;
His head was made of pouce straw,
His tail was made of hay;
He could ramble, he could trot,
He could carry a mustard-pot,
Round the town of Woodstock,
Hey, Jenny, hey!
Nursery Rhyme. Dxcviii. Local
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