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Donkey, donkey, old and grey,
Open your mouth and gently bray,
Lift your ears and blow your horn,
To wake the world this sleepy morn..
Gee up, Neddy, to the fair;
What shall we buy when we get there?
A penny apple and a penny pear;
Gee up, Neddy, to the fair;
Donkey, donkey, do not bray,
Mend your pace and trot away;
Indeed, the market's almost done,
My butter's melting in the sun..
Hie to the market, Jenny come trot,
Spilt all her butter milk, every drop.
Every drop and every dram,
Jenny came home with an empty can..
If I had a donkey that wouldn't go,
Would I beat him? Oh no, no.
I'd put him in the barn and give him some corn,
The best little donkey that ever was born.
