On the road to Mandalay
There was a horse
Was it mine?
No, yours - of course
I should have known
From its neigh
I should have known
From its mane
So long and free
Of course
And its galloping eyes
Racing for you
Of course
And its trumpeting ears
Frisking for you
Of course
On the road to Mandalay
There was a horse
And it was yours
Of course.
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