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We now do sing a new theme, / It is prodigious power of steam;
And our little fast steam horse, / How he works with mighty force.
Instead of hay and oats, we thrust / In his mouth chips and saw dust;
Which heats the blood in his veins, / Then how he saws and bores and plains.
He's never troubled with the botts, / But all the time he gaily trotts, / And every day he is full able / To make many a chair and table.
Work for him is only sport, / He feels so good he oft does snort, / As he trotts along his course, / Our little frolicksome steam horse.