78 - Poor Old Horse
Words by TraditionalTune by Traditional
They say, old man, your horse will die
And they say so, and we hope so
They say, old man, your horse will die
Oh poor old man
And if he dies then we’ll tan his hide
Aye and if he dies then we’ll tan his hide
And if he lives then we’ll ride again
Aye and if he lives then we’ll ride again
He’s as dead as a nail in the lamp room floor
He’s as dead as a nail in the lamp room floor
Aye and he won’t bother us no more
Aye and he won’t bother us no more
It’s mahogany beef and the weevily bread
It’s mahogany beef and the weevily bread
And I thought I heard the old man say
Just one more pull and then belay
Just one more pull and that will do
For we’re the lads to kick her through