Oh, Father, see what Charlie has—a little shaggy pony.
Where did you get it, Charlie ?
I wish I had a pony.
Charlie ’s pony comes trot trot, trot trot.
He has no whip to make it go.
He just says, “Gee up!”
M ay I have a ride when you get off, Charlie?
Yes, Bob, if you do not have a whip.
I will not whip my pony.
Bonnie will gallop when we are on the way back.
Then I shall feed him and give him a drink.
Bell-horses, bell-horses,
What time of day?
One o ’clock, two o ’clock,
Off and away.