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Little girl of nine dying with remorse

Barely still alive, clutching at her wooden horse

Let him be with me in my coffin dire

But fearing for the plague they threw him in the fire

(Chorus)

I hear the clapping of the hooves (of the wooden horse)

I hear the crying child that rides it nightly

On fire’s breath across the land (comes the wooden horse)

To bring the pestilence and strife

Plague Horse!

(Won’t you come and play with me in the circle of the stones?)

Plague Horse!

(Round and round my wicked toy, ‘til you choke above my bones)

(Chorus)

On the 13th day the little girl will rise.

Her jubilee of death insist that they apologize

Her little wooden horse comes to life!

To serve her will and want, spreading all her blackened strife

(Chorus)

Plague Horse!

(Won’t you come and play with me in the circle of the stones?)

Plague Horse!

(Round and round my wicked toy, ‘til you choke above my bones)