  "Heigh, ho!" Like the wind we go, For a family drive to Jericho; The horses dance And prink and prance, But who is afraid of the horses, O? "Heigh, ho!" O, the daisies grow Along the wayside to Jericho; But the horses run And spoil our fun, And we cannot pick us a daisy, O. "Whoa! whoa!!" Won't you please go slow? We are going home from Jericho; All danger past, We are home at last, Without a tip or a tumble, O.
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