| Down the road came a tired little donkey
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| Much he was loaded until his head hung down
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| Upon this back, so heavy set a big man
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| Singing such a sad song as he rode into town
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| And the man, the man sing to the donkey
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| But he sing such a sad song and the guitar, he broke
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| The donkey stop, the man, he reach to get a big jug
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| Him and the donkey take a sip o' the drink
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| Down the road, oh, the dancing donkey
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| Head swinging so high, all the pain now gone
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| The mang he sing, some song was a gay song
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| And the little donkey kept a-dancing on
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| Down the road was the man and the donkey
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| So good feel the donkey, so gay was the man
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| How plain when the wind blow, was the sound of the gay song
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| When the man and the donkey kept a-moving on down the road |