Dot Stupporn Pony - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
DOT STUPPORN PONY. By Harry Woodson. 
I growt so ferry heffy Dot too much de walkin' pe, So I pyed me of von pony; But dot pettier be sheat nic. Bote eyes of him was limpy, Bote leeks of him vas plint: But dot vot prake of me mine heart Dot pony vas oonkint. 
He keeck shust like a chackess; Oop town, pefore, pehint; Und how a cure dot pony I rollt oop in my mint. Dot sympathee vas nonsense; Shust everydinks he preak; Vhen sutton coomt von grant itec, I tole you how I make : 
I keetch him mit de shaftcrs, But-outsite in instet-His het oop py dot vagon, His dail vere vas his het. Den-one, doo. tree-I schlag him. Ach, himmel, how he keeck! But vhen he fints he noddings stroock, He stop dot pooty queeck. 
Den looks he oop aschtountet, Oxcited pooty pat; Den sutten makes he backvarts, Like as or he vas mat. I laugh as I vas tying Ven I see him go dot my; Den on his haunch he stoomples town, As he vas going to bray. 
How schamt he look, vateffer! I tole him vat I dinks; Doo deal's drop oud his eyepalls, Mit grief his dail he vinks, Arount all right I toorn him, His het pefore him now, Und streecks!-he trives as goot und kind As he vas peen my frau!