| Once kept in a stable snug and warm
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| But now he’s growing old, in open fields he’s forced to go
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| He often stands in hail, rain, freezing snow
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| He’s certain that his master doesn’t mean him any harm
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| Dapple Rose — he doesn’t want you any more
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| Times go by, you will remember
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| Dapple Rose — you are cold and old and slow
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| Times go by, you will remember
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| His clothing was a shiny coat so fine
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| But now he’s growing old and his beauty does decay
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| One night he heard his master frown and say
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| «No poor old bones could stand this life of mine.»
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| Dapple Rose — he doesn’t want you any more
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| Times go by, you will remember
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| Dapple Rose — you are cold and old and slow
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| Times go by, you will remember
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| His food was of the best corn and best hay
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| But now there’s no such thing and he hardly eats at all
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| He lives on sprouts that grow behind the wall
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| I doubt if he’ll be lucky to last another day
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| Dapple Rose — he doesn’t want you any more
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| Times go by, you will remember
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| Dapple Rose — you are cold and old and slow
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| Times go by, you will remember
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| Don’t feel so bad, feel so sad
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| No more wearing shiny glory, now they hang upon the wall
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| In the hall, in some far gone manor
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| Not a soul realises you’re a Dapple Rose of fame |