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	''The Bay Horse'' is a poem written by [[Arthur Conan Doyle]] first published in the collected volume [[Songs of the Road]] on 16 march 1911.		''The Bay Horse'' is a poem written by [[Arthur Conan Doyle]] first published in the collected volume [[Songs of the Road]] on 16 march 1911.


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	== The Bay Horse ==		== The Bay Horse ==

	Squire wants the bay horse,~~<br />~~		<poem>
	For it is the best.~~<br />~~		Squire wants the bay horse,
	Squire holds the mortgage;~~<br />~~		For it is the best.
	Where's the interest?~~<br />~~		Squire holds the mortgage;
	Haven't got the interest,~~<br />~~		Where's the interest?
	Can't raise a sou;~~<br />~~		Haven't got the interest,
	Shan't sell the bay horse,~~<br />~~		Can't raise a sou;
			Shan't sell the bay horse,
	Whatever he may do.		Whatever he may do.

			Did you see the bay horse?
	Did you see the bay horse?~~<br />~~		Such a one to go!
	Such a one to go!~~<br />~~		He took a bit of ridin',
	He took a bit of ridin',~~<br />~~		When I showed him at the Show.
	When I showed him at the Show.~~<br />~~		First prize the broad jump,
	First prize the broad jump,~~<br />~~		First prize the high;
	First prize the high;~~<br />~~		Gold medal, Class A,
	Gold medal, Class A,~~<br />~~
	You'll see it by-and-by.		You'll see it by-and-by.

			I bred the bay horse
	I bred the bay horse~~<br />~~		On the Withy Farm.
	On the Withy Farm.~~<br />~~		I broke the bay horse,
	I broke the bay horse,~~<br />~~		He broke my arm.
	He broke my arm.~~<br />~~		Don't blame the bay horse,
	Don't blame the bay horse,~~<br />~~		Blame the brittle bone,
	Blame the brittle bone,~~<br />~~		I bred him and I've fed him,
	I bred him and I've fed him,~~<br />~~
	And he's all my very own.		And he's all my very own.

			Just watch the bay horse
	Just watch the bay horse~~<br />~~		Chock full of sense!
	Chock full of sense!~~<br />~~		Ain't he just beautiful,
	Ain't he just beautiful,~~<br />~~		Risin' to a fence!
	Risin' to a fence!~~<br />~~		Just hear the bay horse
	Just hear the bay horse~~<br />~~		Whinin' in his stall,
	Whinin' in his stall,~~<br />~~		Purrin' like a pussy cat
	Purrin' like a pussy cat~~<br />~~
	When he hears me call.		When he hears me call.

			But if Squire's lawyer
	But if Squire's lawyer~~<br />~~		Serves me with his writ,
	Serves me with his writ,~~<br />~~		I'll take the bay horse
	I'll take the bay horse~~<br />~~		To Marley gravel pit.
	To Marley gravel pit.~~<br />~~		Over the quarry edge,
	Over the quarry edge,~~<br />~~		I'll sit him tight,
	I'll sit him tight,~~<br />~~		If he wants the brown hide,
	If he wants the brown hide,~~<br />~~
	He's welcome to the white!		He's welcome to the white!
			</poem>

TCDE-Team at 15:32, 21 July 2016

2016-07-21T15:32:52Z

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''The Bay Horse'' is a poem written by [[Arthur Conan Doyle]] first published in the collected volume [[Songs of the Road]] on 16 march 1911.

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== Editions ==

* in ''[[Songs of the Road]]'' (16 march 1911, [[Smith, Elder & Co.]] [UK])
* in ''[[Songs of the Road]]'' (october 1911, [[Doubleday & McClure Co.|Doubleday, Page & Co.]] [US])
* in ''[[Songs of the Road]]'' (27 january 1920, [[John Murray]] [UK])
* in ''[[Songs of the Road]]'' (february 1920, [[John Murray]] [UK])
* in ''[[The Poems of Arthur Conan Doyle]]'' (21 september 1922, [[John Murray]] [UK])
* in ''[[The Poems of Arthur Conan Doyle]]'' (14 september 1928, [[John Murray]]'s ''Fiction Library'' [UK])

== The Bay Horse ==

Squire wants the bay horse, 
For it is the best. 
Squire holds the mortgage; 
Where's the interest? 
Haven't got the interest, 
Can't raise a sou; 
Shan't sell the bay horse, 
Whatever he may do.

Did you see the bay horse? 
Such a one to go! 
He took a bit of ridin', 
When I showed him at the Show. 
First prize the broad jump, 
First prize the high; 
Gold medal, Class A, 
You'll see it by-and-by.

I bred the bay horse 
On the Withy Farm. 
I broke the bay horse, 
He broke my arm. 
Don't blame the bay horse, 
Blame the brittle bone, 
I bred him and I've fed him, 
And he's all my very own.

Just watch the bay horse 
Chock full of sense! 
Ain't he just beautiful, 
Risin' to a fence! 
Just hear the bay horse 
Whinin' in his stall, 
Purrin' like a pussy cat 
When he hears me call.

But if Squire's lawyer 
Serves me with his writ, 
I'll take the bay horse 
To Marley gravel pit. 
Over the quarry edge, 
I'll sit him tight, 
If he wants the brown hide, 
He's welcome to the white!

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