Masterful Tony rode a masterful pony
Masterful Tony rode a masterful pony Through the streets of the small village fayre
Masterful Tony rode a masterful pony Through the streets of the small village fayre It neighed and it brayed
Masterful Tony rode a masterful pony Through the streets of the small village fayre It neighed and it brayed And clip-cloppity swayed
Masterful Tony rode a masterful pony Through the streets of the small village fayre It neighed and it brayed And clip-cloppity swayed Without worry, nor hurry, nor care.
Then old Mrs Bunyons, grabbed her sack of onions
Then old Mrs Bunyons, grabbed her sack of onions And threw it on Tony's young back
Then old Mrs Bunyons, grabbed her sack of onions And threw it on Tony's young back The pony cried and it tried
Then old Mrs Bunyons, grabbed her sack of onions And threw it on Tony's young back The pony cried and it tried to maintain its fair stride
Then old Mrs Bunyons, grabbed her sack of onions And threw it on Tony's young back The pony cried and it tried to maintain its fair stride But collapsed down to earth with a smack
Said Masterful Tony, "You stupid old crony"
Said Masterful Tony, "You stupid old crony" Your sack is too weighty and full
Said Masterful Tony, "You stupid old crony" Your sack is too weighty and full So with a munch and a crunch
Said Masterful Tony, "You stupid old crony" Your sack is too weighty and full So with a munch and a crunch He ate onions for lunch
Said Masterful Tony, "You stupid old crony" Your sack is too weighty and full So with a munch and a crunch He ate onions for lunch And rode his way home on a bull.
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