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My horse is lost.
Song
1. My horse is lost ; In the Rosemary forest‘, ; My boots with a hole in them, my baby, ; In the many searches‘. ; ; 2. Don’t look for the horse, ; Because it’s locked up, ; In the court of the blacksmith‘, my baby, ; The bell rings on it. ; ; 3. I know my horse ; By the sound of the bell, ; To get to know the blacksmith’s daughters* ; By their proud gait. ; ; * Text variant: little girls