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You've just gotta put your nose through.
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That's it.
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See? You've got it. You've got it.
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Good boy. There...
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Too large, too rocky, matted with grass roots.
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Even a sturdy plow horse'd never manage it alone.
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Yet he will, I say.
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You'd swear he'd sprout wings and fly
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if Albert had told you so.
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It's a fine thing, loyal to your mate.
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Even if he is a bit barmy.
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A team of two might manage,