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![]() The Donkey's Carol Poor little Mary, the road is so long. Gladly I carry thee, my back is strong Gently and tenderly Thou art so kind to me. Poor little Mary, the road is so long I see the city lights shining ahead. I'll find a stable there, straw for my bed. Gladly I share with thee; thou art so kind to me. I see the city lights shining ahead. Poor little Mary, this night is so long. I cannot help thee now though I am strong. In dumb compassion, I cry with thine every cry. Poor little Mary, the night is so long. Rest little Mary, the night is gone. Sweet little baby born with the dawn. A beast cannot understand, But I kiss thy gentle hand. Rest little Mary, the night is gone.
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